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FROM    THE   LIBRARY   OF 
REV.    LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,   D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED    BY    HIM    TO 

THE    LIBRARY   OF 

PRINCETON   THEOLOGICAL    SEMINARY 


JMrtrioff     sSCtS 

Section        OO/T 


1 


DEVOTIONAL  HTMKS 


3* 


AND 


RELIGIOUS    POEMS 


BY 

THOMAS  HASTINGS, 


AUTHOR   OF    VARIOUS    MUSICAL    AND    MISCELLANEOUS 
PUBLICATIONS. 


NEW-YORK: 
MARK  H.  NEWMAN  &  CO.,  199  BROADWAY. 

1850. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1850,  by 

THOMAS  HASTINGS, 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  United   States    for  the 
Southern  District  of  New-York. 


John    F.    Trow,    Printer, 
49,  51  &  5:$  Ann-street. 


PREFACE. 

While  arranging  music  from  the  productions  of  foreign 
composers  for  the  churches  of  this  country,  the  author  was 
led  to  feel  the  great  want  of  variety  in  the  structure  of  our 
sacred  lyrics.  Many  a  beautiful  piece  of  music  had  to  be 
laid  aside,  because  there  was  not  a  single  stanza  of  English 
poetry  to  which  it  could  be  adapted.  Here  was  a  temptation 
to  endeavor  in  some  measure  to  supply  the  deficiency.  The 
encouragement  which  his  earliest  efforts  met  with,  con- 
firmed the  author  in  his  habits  of  versification  ;  and  this 
little  volume  is  the  result.  Several  of  the  hymns  published 
anonymously,  have  gained  a  wide  circulation  among  the 
American  churches,  and  found  their  way  across  the  Atlantic. 
These,  carefully  revised,  are  here  presented  in  connection 
with  a  larger  number  wThich  have  never  before  appeared. 
The  habit  referred  to,  it  will  be  seen,  has  not  been  wholly 
confined  to  the  limits  of  liymnology  :  but  the  little  volume 
is  submitted  to  the  public  without  farther  apology. 


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PAGE 

Ah,  few  and  evil  are  thy  days 60 

Ah.  who  shall  stand  before  thy  throne 78 

A  mortal's  fame  will  tune  the  lyre 10 

And  now  while  daylight  close> 42 

And  have  I  been  wand'ring   again 81 

And  hast  thou.  Saviour,  gone  above 169 

Attune  the  heart  to  praise 9 

Awhile  they  rest  within  the  tomb 162 

Away,  ye  gilded  vanities  away 170 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God 55 

Before  thy  cros-  lamenting 57 

Before  thy  footstool  kneeling 145 

Bleeding  hearts,  defiled  by  sin 56 

Bright  angels  on  the  wing 18 

Child  of  sin  and   sorrow 58 

Child  of  sorrow,  child  of  care 58 

(Children  of  a  free-born  race Ill 

Christian,  wouldst  thou  know  the  joy 73 

Come,  let  us  sing  the  praise  of  God 17 

Conscious  of  thy  ruined  state 65 

Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner  draw  near 63 

Do  this  in  remembrance  of  me 53 

Do  cares  encircle  thy  abode 71 

Earth's  stormy  night  will  soon  be  o'er 16H 

Earth's  shadowy  years  will  soon  be  o'er 168 

Farewell !  we  meet  no  more 156 

Father  supreme  of  earth  and  skies 134 

Gentle  stranger,  fearless  come 112 

Gently,  O  our  saviour  lead  us 149 

Give  joy  to  the  departed  one 166 

God  of  evening  and  of  morning 42 

God  of  the  nations,  bow  thine  ear. 135 

Go  to  Golgotha  and  weep 54 

Go,  for  the  Master  calls  thee 127 

"  Go  up  to  the  mountain,"  he  said 155 

Go  to  thy  rest  in  peace 161 

Go,  tune  thy  v(, ice  to  sacred  song 11 

Great  are  thy  mercies,  trembling  soul 154 

Great  Author  of  creation 20 

Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning 141 

Happy  the  clime,  where  lives  and  reigns 119 


INDEX. 


PA  OK 

Hark  !  that  voice  among  the  nations r> 

Hark,  that  sweet  and  hallowed  strain 144 

He  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping Ill* 

Heirs  of  an  immortal  crown 67 

Hosanna  to  the  King 21 

How  beauteous  the  morning  appears 39 

How  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn 47 

How  tranquil  is  the  spirit  now 69 

How  can  I  boar  a  Father's  frown 89 

How  soon  the  last  short  year  will  come ]24 

How  beautiful  in  Zion  upon  the  mountain's  brow 127 

How  frail  are  these  bodies  of  clay 140 

How  tender  is  thy  hand 153 

How  wondrous  that  manner  of  love 167 

I  hear  a  voice  divine 150 

I  hear  the  voice  of  weeping . .  156 

I  hear  the  deep  ton'd  village  bell. 157 

I  look  to  thee,  O  Lord,  alone 92 

I  love  to  look  abroad 41 

I  love  to  sit  alone 43 

I  mourn  the  hidings  of  thy  face ...  34 

In  the  hour  of  deep  dejection 35 

In  this  calm  impressive  hour 40 

In  hours  of  need 80 

In  darkness  and  temptation 82 

In  the  wide  commotion 94 

In  time  of  fear 95 

In  hours  of  sickness  and  of  grief 145 

In  the  wide  realms  of  pagan  night 117 

It  is  the  Saviour's  voice  I  hear 120 

It  is  a  heav'nly  theme 125 

It  is  the  Lord,  my  soul  be  still 153 

Jesus  the  Lord  is  King 19 

Jesus,  Incarnate  Son  of  God 90 

Jesus,  save  my  dying  soul 90 

Jesus,  while  our  hearts  are  bleeding 159 

Let  gratitude  waken  the  song 12 

Lord,  we  bow  with  deep  contrition 9l 

Lord.  1  would  come  to  thee 92 

Lord  of  life,  on  thee  I  call 93 

Lord  of  mercy,  hear  our  prayer U3 

Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  thee  we  praise 48 

My  soul  for  ever  praise 14 

My  soul,  with  sweet  emotion 15 

My  soul  upon  the  mount  would  stand. 107 

My  fainting  spirit  seeks  relief 36 

Nature  with  solemn  accent  cries 72 

Now  while  the  early  dawn 40 

Now  from   labor  and  from  eare 45 

Now  he  the  gospel  banner 131 

Obedii  Dt  io  thy  last  command 129 

O   bid  tin- waves  of  sorrow  cease   153 

«)  bow  before  the  mercy  leal   30 

O  come  to  the  Fountain  of  Life 59 

O  grieve  ye  not  the  Holy  One . . 65 


INDEX. 


PACK 

O  for  a  song  of  holy  joy 1 R 

Oft  in  a  bright  and  joyous  hour 104 

O  God  of  our  salvation 17 j 

O  grieve  ye  not,  the  Holy  One ...  65 

O,  "  he  is  not  dead,  but  sleepetb," ...  160 

O,  if  we  speak  that  tender  name 100 

O  Jesus  delight  of  my  soul 105 

O  Jesus,  our  king |2g 

O  Jesus,  my  Lord  and  my  God .  9y 

O  Jesus,  divine ..    ...  ]00 

O  let  me  now  depart j  (jj 

O  let  the  joyful  tidings  fill  the  wide  creation •*••  ]4(t 

O  let  not  sin  or  folly 77 

One  smile,  one  gracious  smile , 9:» 

O  sing  of  the  glory  »f  God 17 

O  sacred  day  of  rest 49 

O  Shepherd  of  Israel  divine 104 

O  Spirit  of  Holiness  breathe 136 

O  trust  in  God,  the  God  of  our  salvation 9b' 

O  tell  me,  thou  life  and  delight  of  my  soul 103 

O  that  the  soul  from  sin  were   free 84 

Our  lifted  eyes,  O  Lord,  behold 125 

O'erwhelmed  with  many  an  anxious  care 82 

O  watch  and  pray  ;  the  tempter,  ever  near 37 

O  what  is  earthly  pleasure 17.'J. 

O  when  shall  my  soul  be  at  rest 83 

O  what  are  the  vis.ons  of  night 139 

O  yes,  it  is  a  hallowed  spot 16b 

Peace  to  thee,  O  favored  one 6? 

Prayer  and  praise  together  giv'n 3V 

Quench  not  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord 64 

Quietly  my  soul  would  lean 85 

Quiet,  Lord,  my  aching  heart 151 

Rejoice  in  the  Lord 1 1  (j 

Rejoice  in  the  Lord,  O  ye  righteous  rejoice 174 

Return,  O  wand'rer,  to  thy  home 59 

Saviour,  hear  us  through  thy  merit 32 

Say,  do-t  thou  mark  that  beaming  eye 69 

Seek  not  on  earth  thy  home 62 

Shepherd  of  the  little  flock 118 

Sinner,  is  thy  soul  prepared 66 

Songs  of  joy  Jen  >vah  giveth 106 

Soft  and  holy  i«  the  place.  .. . 50 

Sorrow's  chast'ning  hand  is  here 147 

Songs  in  the  night  full  oft  are  giv'n 22 

Strike  the  j  >yful  notes  of  praise 13 

Stand  up,  O  ye  heralds,  your  Master  proclaim 130 

Summer's  mildest  breeze  i>  blowing 110 

Sweet  was  the  song  of  heav'n 25 

That  warning  voice,  O  sinner,   hear 62 

The  Savi  ,ur  bids  thee  watch  and  pray 36 

The  week  and  its  labors  we  clu±e 46 

The  rosy  light  is  dawning 51 

The  great  Jehovah  fills  the  place. 52 

The  wonders  of  creation 70 


INDEX. 


p\ei 

Tlie  Christian's  hours  of  leisure 74 

The  Lord  is  my  strength  and  my  song 107 

The  Lord  Jehovah  lives 77 

The  sound  of  salvation  is  echo'd  afar 142 

Th  !  -ongs  of  Zion  oft  impart     23 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  hid  kindness  I  know 175 

The  widow  and  the  fatherless 15-2 

The  Lord  is  King  for  ever 26 

They  have  gone  to  the  land  where  the  patriarchs  rest 132 

Thou  God  of  sovereign  grace 114 

Time  flies  on  rapid  wings 61 

To  thee,  when  called  awhile  to  part 123 

Vain  are  the  efforts  of  the  mind 53 

Wake,  wake  the  voice  of  song 27 

11  Watch  unto  prayer,"  with  holy  meditation 37 

We  sing  the  Father's  wondrous  love 24 

We  sing  the  Father's  boundlesi  love   24 

11  We  weep,  but  she  rejoices  " 160 

Welcome,  welcome,  day  of  rest 51 

"Weep  not!"     It  is  the  Saviour's  voice 165 

What  shall  a  trembling  sinner  do 76 

What  sight  on  earth  more  blissful 114 

When  I  seek  for  heav'nly  aid 31 

When  o'er  the  mighty  deep  we  rode 121 

While  at  the  even  tide 44 

While  here  I  sit 109 

While  on  that  couch  of  peaceful  death 1G2 

Who  can  tell  what  notes  of  sadness 133 

Why  that  look  of  sadness 97 

Why  to-day  cast  down  in  sorrow 98 

Why  sinks  my  soul  desponding 86 

Why  should  gloomy  thoughts  arise 87 

Why  lament  the  Christian  dying 164 

Why  should  thy  bosom  languish 148 

Why  should  we  mourn  the  loss  of  friends  so  dear 163 

Will  the  Lord  in  loving-kindness £8 

With  eyes  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love 97 

Ye  children  of  a  favored  band 117 

Ye  children  of  the  Lord 33 

Ye  echoes  from  the  bending  sky 170 

Ye  isles  of  the  ocean,  by  coral  surrounded 137 

Ye  visions  bright  of  heav'nly  birth 1 4 1 

Ye>,  1  adore  thee,  ()  my  <<od 98 

Yes,  I  will  be  for  ever  thine 108 

Yi-:>,  I  ;im  thy  tervant,  most  bountiful  Lord, 116 

Yes,  the  Lord  hath  heard  my  prayer 98 

Zion,  dreary  and  in  anguish 137 

Zion  will  soon  in  beauty  rise 143 


A  Fragment 170 

On  visiting  a  tomb  at  Mount.  Auburn.    181 

The  Reign  of  Heaven LBS 


HYMNS. 


l,j  Notes  of  Praise. 

1.  Attune  the  heart  to  praise 

In  melody  of  song, 
The  hallowed  anthem  sweetly  raise 
Amid  the  choral  throng. 

2.  When  joy  commands  the  strain, 

Lift  up  the  soul  on  high : 
When  sorrow  bids  the  notes  complain. 
In  meek  submission  lie. 

3.  When  gratitude  inspires. 

Or  penitence,  or  love, 
Or  faith,  or  hope,  a  song  requires, 
Let  heav'n-born  feeling  move, 

4.  What  privilege  is  ours, 

To  worship  while  we  sing ! 
0  let  us  then  our  utmost  powers 
Unto  the  service  bring, 
2 


UP  HYMNS 


Praise,  a  Duty. 


f.  A  mortal's  fame  will  tune  the  lyre*, 

And  waken  raptures  high ; 
With  one  consent  the  crowd  conspire 

To  rend  the  vaulted  sky : 
But  when  Jehovah's  name  is  sung, 
Full  many  sit  with  silent  tongue. 

2.  Ah,  why  so  mute  thr  assembled  throng. 

Indiff'rent  to  the  strain  ; 
So  few  attune  the  hallowed  song, 

Or  useful  skill  attain? 
Why  thus  address  the  heav'nly  throne 
With  stamm'ring  lips  and  falt'ring  tone'' 

3.  Ye  saints,  redeemed  by  precious  bloody 

How  can  ye  thus  forbear  ? 
Shall  others  sing  the  praise  of  God^ 

And  you  no  song  prepare  ? 
To  plead  for  favors  well  ye  know : 
Let  praise  with  equal  ardor  flow. 

4.  Give  glory  to  the  Lord  of  heav'n, 

The  Ruler  of  the  earth ; 
Rehearse  his  name  from  morn  to  ev'n: 

In  sounds  of  hallowed  mirth : 
Lift  up  on  high  the  tuneful  voice, 
For  ever  in  thy  God  rejoice. 


HYMNS..  11 


31  Incitements  to  Praise. 

1.  Go,  tune  thy  voice  to  sacred  song. 
Exert  thy  noblest  powers  ; 
Go,  mingle  with  the  choral  throng, 
The  Saviour's  praises  to  prolong, 
Amid  life's  fleeting  hours. 

■2.  0  hast  thou  felt  a  Saviour's  love, 
That  flame  of  heav'nly  birth  ? 
Then  let  thy  strains  melodious  prove. 
With  raptures  soaring  far  above 
The  trifling  toys  of  eartL 

3.  Hast  found  the  pearl  of  price  unknown 

That  cost  a  Saviour's  blood  ? 
Heir  of  a  bright  celestial  erown 
That  sparkles  round  th'  eternal  throne, 

0  sing  the  praise  of  God. 

4.  Sing  of  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 

That  man  might  be  forgiv'n ; 
Sing  how  he  broke  death's  bars  in  twain. 
Ascending  high  in  bliss  to  reign, 

The  God  of  earth  and  heav'n  ! 

5.  Begin  on  earth  the  notes  of  praise. 

"  Glory  to  God  on  high  !" 
Sing  thro'  the  remnant  of  thy  days. 
At  death,  the  song  of  vict'ry  raise. 

And  soar  beyond  the  sky. 


12  HYMNS. 


4/|  General  Thanksgiving. 

1    Let  gratitude  waken  the  song. 

And  swell  the  harmonious  lyre ; 
Let  praise  the  sweet  anthem  prolong. 

And  joy  every  bosom  inspire  : 
What  favors  around  us  have  flowed. 

Unnumbered,  unspeakably  great. 
By  heav'n  in  kind  mercy  bestowed, 

On  man  in  this  fallen  estate ! 

2.  The  earth  with  rich  verdure  is  crown'd. 

The  fruits  in  their  fulness  appear, 
The  songs  of  the  reapers  abound, 

And  plenty  encircles  the  year : 
The  blessings  of  freedom  are  ours, 

And  knowledge  and  virtue  increase . 
No  foe  is  invading  our  shores, 

We  live  with  the  nations  at  peace. 

3.  The  sound  of  the  Gospel  is  heard, 

The  Scriptures  their  treasures  unfold 
While  thousands  believe  in  the  Word, 

More  precious  than  silver  or  gold : 
No  fierce  persecutions  arise-, 

The  heart  and  the  conscience  to  bind ; 
That  wisdom  which  Heaven  supplies, 

The  weakest  believer  may  find. 

4.  Let  gratitude  waken  the  song, 

And  swell  the  harmonious  lyrc7 


H  Y  M  N  S..  [  3 

Let  praise  the  sweet  anthem  prolong, 

And  joy  every  bosom  inspire: 
A  nation  so  favored  of  God, 

Should  ever  acknowledge  his  hand.; 
Should  send  his  salvation  abroad. 

His  Gospel  to  every  land. 


,5#]  Redemption, 

1.  Strike  the  joyful  notes  of  praise. 

Give  thanks  unto  the  Lord : 
Tell  the  wonders  of  his  ways. 

His  acts  of  love  record : 
Through  the  realms  of  earth  and  heav'n. 

God  hath  made  his  goodness  known : 
Rebel  man  may  be  forgiv'n, 

Through  his  beloved  Son. 

2.  Strike  the  joyful  notes  of  praise. 

Give  thanks  unto  the  Lord, 
For  the  mercy  he  displays, 

Through  Christ,  th'  atoning  "Word : 
Let  the  saints  with  rapture  tell, 

How  for  them  he  shed  his  blood: 
How  he  conquer'd  death  and  hell. 

To  bring  them  home  to  God. 

3,  Strike  the  joyful  notes  of  praise, 

Give  thanks  unto  the  Lord ; 
Fix  on  heav'n  your  upward  gaze 
Where  boundless  wealth  is  stored : 
2* 


14  HYMNS. 

Though  your  conflicts  may  be  long, 
Or  afflictions  be  severe  : 

Lift  on  high  redemption's  song, 
And  dry  each  sorrowing  tear. 


(}#J  Interceding;  Love. 

1    My  soul  for  ever  praise 

The  mercy  of  thy  God, 
Who  meets  thee  at  a  throne  of  grace 

Bought  by  atoning  blood  ; 
Life  and  forgiveness  to  impart, 
To  every  humble,  contrite  heart. 

'I.  What  deep,  what  boundless  love 
To  sinful  man  was  shown, 
When  Jesus  came  from  heav'n  above, 

God's  well  beloved  Son, 
And  yielded  up  his  vital  breath, 
To  save  our  ruined  souls  from  death  I 

3.  What  more  could  he  have  giv'n  ! 

What  now  can  he  withhold, 
While  all  the  boundless  bliss  of  heaven 

He's  waiting  to  unfold  ! 
0  my  full  heart  F  for  ever  sing, 
The  mercy  of  thy  God  and  King. 

4.  Let  hope  her  anchor  feel, 

Let  faith  still  upward  soar, 
And  love,  in  acts  of  heav'n-born  zealr 
Her  grateful  offerings  pour ; 


HYMNS. 


While  life  remains  and  strength  is  given. 
In  service  of  the  God  of  heaven ! 


^,]  Redemption* 

1.  My  soul,  with  sweet  emotion 

Begin  the  song  of  praise ; 
The  tribute  of  devotion 

To  heav'n's  high  altar  raise  : 
Sing  of  the  great  compassion. 

The  wonders  of  that  grace. 
Which  purchased  free  salvation 

For  man's  degen'rate  race. 

2.  For  this,  the  great  Creator. 

The  Father's  equal  Son, 
Assumed  our  feeble  nature, 

And  wore  a  thorny  crown : 
Behold  him  pierced  and  bleeding. 

Descending  to  the  grave, 
Now  ris'n,  now  interceding, 

Exalted  still  to  save  ! 

3.  The  trembling  heart  that  mourneth, 

Shall  now  no  longer  grieve ; 
The  wand'rer  who  returneth, 

Shall  in  his  presence  live : 
The  weary,  fainting  spirit 

Shall  know  his  healing  power, 
Shall  trust  a  Saviour's  merit. 

And  all  his  grace  adore. 


16  HYMNS. 

4.  My  soul,  with  sweet  emotion 

Lift  up  the  song  of  praise : 
The  tribute  of  devotion 

To  heav'n's  high  altar  raise : 
With  sounds  of  joy  unceasing, 

A  Saviour's  love  proclaim  ; 
With  raptures  still  increasing 

Repeat  his  glorious  Name. 


g,j  An  Undying  Song* 

1.  0  for  a  song  of  holy  joy, 

Of  pure  and  lofty  praise, 
That  shall  the  heirs  of  grace  employ, 
Throughout  their  fleeting  days : 

2.  A  song,  that,  when  my  race  is  o'er, 

And  I  am  in  the  tomb, 
Shall  echo  still,  from  shore  to  shore, 
For  ages  long  to  come. 

3.  That  song  redeeming  love  should  tell 

Which  spoiled  th'  insatiate  grave ; 
Which  triumphed  over  death  and  hell, 
A  dying  world  to  save. 

4.  The  earth  itself  will  pass  away, 

The  heav'ns  will  be  no  more ; 
But  praise  shall  rise  through  endless  day, 
On  yon  celestial  shore. 


HYMNS.  17 

9. J  The  Divine  Glory ► 

t.   0  sing  of  the  glory  of  God, 
Let  melody  waken  around  ; 
What  streams  of  delight  through  creation  have 

flowed. 
What  blessings  unnumbered  abound. 

2.  His  throne  from  eternity  stands, 

His  government  spotless  and  pure ; 
The  universe  waits  to  obey  his  commands. 
His  truth  shall  for  ever  endure. 

3.  0  sing  of  the  glory  of  God, 

His  wisdom,  his  goodness  and  power  ; 
Bright  myriads  of  angels  awake  at  his  nod 
And  seraphim  bow  and  adore. 

10»]  Praise  in  Affliction*. 

1.  Come  let  us  sing  the  praise  of  Godr 

And  in  his  name  rejoice  ; 
Though  sorrow  rises  like  a  flood, 
We'll  tune  our  feeble  voice. 

2.  Chastened  in  love  but  never  slain.* 

Cast  down  but  not  destroyed ; 
Each  earthly  loss  brings  heav'nly  gain. 
Bliss  pure  and  unalloyed. 

3.  Bearing  within  life's  feeble  frame, 

The  suff'rings  of  our  Lord, 

*  See  2  Corinthians,  chap.  4. 


18  HYMNS. 

We'll  seek  to  glorify  his  name. 
And  feed  upon  his  Word. 

4.  How  kind  is  his  afflicting  hand, 

How  tender  is  his  love  ! 
What  mercies  flow  by  his  command 
From  the  pure  heights  above  ! 

5.  Yes,  we  will  sing  thy  praises  still. 

With  melody  of  soul  ; 
We'll  bow  submissive  to  thy  will. 
And  yield  to  thy  control. 

11.]  Nativity* 

1.  Bright  angels  on  the  wing, 

At  silent  hour  of  night, 
Proclaim  aloud  the  new-born  King 
'Mid  floods  of  heav'nly  light. 

2.  The  wakeful  shepherds  hear 

And  tremble  at  the  sound, 
Till  words  of  love  dispel  their  fear, 
And  breathe  sweet  peace  around. 

3.  Then  from  the  bending  sky, 

Is  heard  th'  enraptured  strain: 
"Glory  to  God,  to  God  on  high, 
Peace  and  good  will  to  men." 

4.  Ye  woods,  and  rocks,  and  hills, 

Reverberate  the  song, 
Till  man  the  heav'nly  impulse  feels, 
And  rolls  the  tide  along. 


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5.  M  Glory  to  God  on  high 

Amid  the  vaults  of  heav'n  ! 

Celestial  peace  below  the  sky. 

Good  will  to  man  is  giv'n  !'r 


££•]  The  Iiord  is  Kingc 

1.  Jesus  the  Lord  is  King! 

He  wears  th'  immortal  crown  ; 
The  wonders  of  his  name  we  sing: 
He  fills  th!  eternal  throne. 

2.  When  he  came  down  to  earth. 

"With  sinful  man  to  dwell. 
How  low.  how  humble  was  his  birth  ! 
His  sorrows,  who  could  tell ! 

3.  He  suffered  for  our  guilt. 

He  died  that  we  might  live ; 

For  us  his  blood  was  freely  spilt. 

That  Mercy  might  forgive. 

4.  Then  he  arose  on  high, 

Triumphant  o'er  the  grave 

And  i:  captive  led  captivity  ;" 

His  arm  is  strong  to  save. 

5.  Jesus  the  Lord  is  King  ! 

He  wears  th'  immortal  crown  . 
Let  earth  and  heaven  his  glories  sing. 
He  fills  th'  eternal  throne  ! 


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13.]  Goodness  of  God. 


1.  Rejoice  in  the  goodness  of  God, 

His  boundless  perfections  proclaim  j 
In  the  house  of  his  chosen  abode 
Sing  praise  to  his  glorious  name. 

2.  His  infinite  wisdom  and  power 

With  holiness  ever  combine ; 
His  justice  and  grace  we  adore, 
His  mercy  and  truth  are  divine. 

3.  Rejoice  in  the  goodness  of  God, 

His  boundless  perfections  declare ; 
The  love  on  the  cross  he  hath  showed 
Shall  save  us  from  death  and  despair. 


14,]  The  Trinity. 

1.  Great  Author  of  creation, 

When  all  thy  work  was  done, 
What  sounds  of  exultation 

Re-echoed  round  thy  throne  ! 
Angelic  lyres  were  ringing 

Throughout  the  vault  above  ; 
And  sons  of  God  were  singing 

Thy  wisdom,  power,  and  love. 

2.  Blest  Author  of  salvation, 

When  Adam's  sinful  race 
Had  sunk  in  desolation, 
Had  fall'n  in  death's  embrace. 


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OH  then  thy  Love  hung  bleeding, 

Upon  the  cross  did  die ! 
That  Love  still  interceding 
t  Is  prevalent  on  high. 

3.  Thou  new-creating  Spirit, 

Thou  Searcher  of  the  heart, 
"Who  through  the  Saviour's  merit 

Dost  quick'ning  grace  impart ; 
Thou  precious  Gift  from  heaven, 

Thou  Messenger  of  peace, 
Speak  all  our  sins  forgiven, 

And  make  our  joys  increase. 

4.  Thou  triune  God,  before  thee 

Shall  every  creature  bow, 
Confess  that  thou  art  worthy, 

With  rapture  or  with  woe  ; 
Angels  shall  sound  thy  praises, 

And  saints  lift  up  their  voice, 
While  every  song  that  rises, 

Shall  bid  the  heav'ns  rejoice. 


15»]  Hosanna. 

1.  Hosanna  to  the  King 

That  for  our  guilt  was  slain, 
Let  every  soul  its  tribute  bring, 
And  swell  th'  exulting  strain  ! 

2.  Hosanna  to  the  King 

Who  sitting  high  in  heav'n, 
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Bids  sinners  lost  and  wandering, 
Return  and  be  forgiv'n. 

3.  Hosanna  to  the  King 

Who  ever  lives  and  reigns  :   " 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  his  praises  sing, 
In  loud  and  lofty  strains  ! 

16.]  Songs  in  the  Night. 

1.  Songs  in  the  night  full  oft  are  giv'n, 
Soft  breathings  from  the  air  of  heav'n, 

Sweet  zephyrs  to  the  soul ; 
The  pilgrim's  lonely  heart  to  cheer, 
To  banish  every  gloomy  fear, 
And  bring  celestial  glories  near 

By  their  divine  control. 

2.  Songs  in  the  night  kind  Heav'n  supplies, 
When  cares  and  trials  round  us  rise, 

Our  comfort  to  destroy ; 
They  bid  the  tempter  far  retire, 
Awake  the  heart  to  pure  desire, 
And  fill  the  soul  with  holy  fire, 

Celestial  peace  and  joy. 

3.  Songs  in  the  night  of  sorrow's  pow'r, 
Affliction's  tempest,  death's  dark  hour. 

The  pilgrim  yet  will  sing ; 
And  ere  he  treads  the  vaulted  sky, 
He'll  shout  with  faith's  uplifted  eye, 
"  0  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ! 

0  death,  where  is  thy  sting !" 


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lV.]  Religious  Song. 

1.  The  songs  of  Zion  oft  impart, 

To  this  poor  lab'ring  care-worn  heart, 

The  balm  of  heav'nly  peace ; 
They  chase  away  each  boding  fear, 
They  turn  to  joy  each  sorrowing  tear, 
And  bid  the  conflict  cease. 

2.  0  Thou  that  filPst  the  heav'nly  throne, 
'Tis  not  in  melody  alone 

To  set  the  spirit  free ; 
Without  the  breathings  of  thy  love 
The  sweetest  strains  will  powerless  prove, 

Nor  comfort  bring  to  me. 

3.  But  if  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
His  hallowed  influence  will  afford. 

The  soul  will  upward  rise 
On  wings  of  song  with  love  divine, 
Till  heav'nly  light  around  me  shine. 

Beneath  the  bending  skies. 

4.  If  Thou  the  gracious  influence  lend, 
The  charms  of  song  will  sweetly  blend 

With  pure  devotion's  flame ; 
Will  melt  the  heart,  the  mind  employ. 
And  fill  the  soul  with  holy  joy, 

At  mention  of  thy  name. 

5.  Give  me  that  music  of  the  lyre 
That  bids  each  earthly  wish  expire, 


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And  lifts  the  thoughts  on  high : 
That  fills  the  soul  with  heavenly  love, 
And  bids  her  a  rich  foretaste  prove, 

Of  treasures  in  the  sky. 


f§  ]  Praise  to  the  Trinity. 

1.  We  sing  the  Father's  wondrous  love, 

On  sinful  man  bestowed : 
We  sing  the  Saviour  from  above, 

And  his  atoning  blood  : 
We  sing  the  Comforter  Divine, 

Who  dwells  within  the  heart, 
Whose  light  and  love  and  peace  combine. 
To  shed  an  influ'nce  all  benign, 

The  world  can  ne'er  impart. 

2.  All  glory  to  the  triune  God 

Who  sitteth  on  the  throne  ! 
Loud  anthems  fill  that  high  abode, 

Where  all  his  works  are  known : 
Their  echoes  strike  the  list'ning  ear, 

Descending  through  the  sky : 
They  fill  the  heart  with  holy  fear, 
They  bring  the  joys  of  heaven  near, 

And  lift  the  soul  on  hitfh. 


19.] 


The  Father's  Love. 


1.  We  sing  the  Father's  boundless  love 
To  all  the  heirs  of  grace, 


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And  bid  our  sweetest  passions  move 

While  we  that  love  retrace : 
He  that  could  give  his  Son  to  die. 

What  now  can  he  withhold? 
He  that  could  bid  him  plead  on  high 
For  all  who  on  his  grace  rely ; 

How  shall  his  love  be  told  ? 

2.  What  though  his  chast'nings  for  awhile 

Bring  bitterness  of  grief? 
We  soon  behold  his  heav'nly  smile. 

And  feel  a  sweet  relief: 
He  shows  a  Fathers  tender  care 

For  his  beloved  ones. 
He  ever  hearkens  to  their  prayer. 
And  bids  them  in  rich  bounty  share 

The  privilege  of  sons. 

3.  But  who  can  all  that  love  explore 

Which  yet  remains  concealed  : 
Or  count  those  heav'nly  treasures  o'er 

Which  soon  will  be  revealed  ? 
Eternal  ages  as  they  roll. 

Will  open  to  our  gaze 
Increasing  wonders — but  the  whole  ! — 
For  ever.  0  my  rapturd  soul. 

Lift  up  the  voice  of  praise  ! 

20.]  Missionary  Hymn. 

1.  Sweet  was  the  song  of  heav'n 
At  our  Redeemer's  birth — 
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u  Glory  to  God  be  given. 

Good  will  and  peace  on  earth :" — 
While  every  heart  rejoices 

To  echo  the  reply, 
We'll  sing  with  cheerful  voices, 

"  Glory  to  God  on  high!" 

2.  Publish  the  great  salvation, 

Repeat  the  hallowed  strain, 
Through  every  realm  and  nation, 

O'er  every  hill  and  plain : 
Ye  isles  and  deserts  dreary, 

Reverberate  the  sound, 
Till  wand'rers  lone  and  weary, 

In  peace  and  joy  abound. 

3.  Sweet  was  the  song  of  heaven, 

How  rapturous  the  strain  ! 
"  Glory  to  God  be  given, 

Good  will  and  peace  to  men  ! " 
Let  earth  and  air  and  ocean, 

The  joyful  tidings  know, 
And  man,  with  deep  devotion, 

In  grateful  homage  bow. 


21.]  The  Lord  is  King. 

1.  The  Lord  is  King  for  ever, 

His  glories  who  can  tell? 

In  vain  shall  man  endeavor 

His  judgments  to  repel: 


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High  heav'n  his  habitation ; 

The  universe  his  throne  : 
What  with'ring  desolation 

To  lie  beneath  his  frown  ! 

2.  The  Lord  is  King  for  ever, 

Omnipotent  to  save : 
Almighty  to  deliver 

From  darkness  and  the  grave ; 
The  soul  whom  he  forgiveth, 

Shall  ne'er  be  put  to  shame : 
The  sinner  who  believeth. 

Shall  triumph  in  his  name. 

3.  The  Lord  is  King  for  ever, 

He'll  crush  the  rebel  foe : 
He'll  doom  the  unbeliever 

To  everlasting  woe  ! 
0  then  by  faith  draw  near  him, 

In  humble  homage  bow  ; 
With  trembling  heart  revere  him, 

And  pay  each  solemn  vow ! 

<J2,  Pardoning  Grace. 

1.  Wake,  wake  the  voice  of  song 

In  joyous  celebration  ! 
To  God  the  hallowed  strains  belong, 

The  God  of  our  salvation : 
'Tis  he  alone  that  gives 

The  blessings  now  we  cherish : 
The  God  of  Hosts  for  ever  lives : 

Let  every  idol  perish  ! 


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2.  Wake,  wake  the  voice  of  song, 

With  gratitude  ascending 
From  ev'ry  heart  and  every  tongue, 

In  holy  rev'rence  bending  ; 
Proclaim  to  all  around, 

The  joy  of  sins  forgiv'n, 
Till  rocks  and  hills  repeat  the  sound 

In  echoing  strains  to  heav'n  ! 

•J3#]  Prayer  Heard. 

1.  Yes,  the  Lord  hath  heard  my  prayer, 

And  answered  my  request : 
0  how  great  his  mercies  are ! 

His  name  be  ever  blest : 
Grace  unbounded,  peace  and  love, 

Pardon  through  atoning  blood, 
Hope  immortal  from  above — 

How  rich  the  gifts  of  God  ! 

2.  Far  from  all  the  paths  of  peace, 

My  soul  had  gone  astray : 
He  hath  made  my  wand'rings  cease, 

He  shows  the  heav'nly  way. 
He  can  crush  the  tempter's  power, 

He  can  break  the  bonds  of  sin, 
Save  amid  the  darkest  hour, 

When  human  help  is  vain. 

3.  When  affliction  brought  me  low, 

How  bitter  was  the  cup  ! 
Then  I  thought  of  endless  woe, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  hope : 


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Yet  to  him  I  raised  my  cry, 

Soon  he  wiped  the  falling  tear. 
Sent  deliv'rance  from  on  high, 

And  saved  from  every  fear. 

When  I  thought  of  peril's  hour, 

And  all  my  weakness  felt ; 
Then  before  his  sovereign  power, 

My  trembling  spirit  knelt : 
Strong  and  mighty  is  his  arm ; 

He  subdued  my  raging  foe3 ; 
Safe  amid  the  loud  alarm, 

He  bade  my  soul  repose : 

Now  in  him  I  fix  my  trust, 

Nor  shall  my  hope  be  vain  ; 
Foes  would  bring  me  to  the  dust, 

And  fill  my  heart  with  pain  : 
Yet  to  Him  my  voice  I'll  raise, 

Who  is  still  my  strength  and  stay ; 
He  who  tunes  my  heart  to  praise, 

Will  drive  them  all  away. 


24.  Adoration  of  the  Trinity. 

1.  Yes,  I  adore  thee,  0  my  God, 

Father  supreme  of  earth  and  skies  ; 
Up  to  the  heav'ns  thy  bright  abode, 
Let  songs  of  praise  and  joy  arise : 
Thou  art  the  High  and  Holy  One, 
Thy  will  through  earth  and  heav'n  be  done 


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2.  Yes,  I  adore  thee,  0  my  God, 

Son  of  the  Father,  wondrous  King ! 
"  Thou  hast  redeem'd  us  by  thy  blood," 

Millions  of  saints  thy  praises  sing : 
0  Prince  of  Peace,  accept  the  strain, 
For  ever  and  for  ever  reign  ! 

3.  Yes,  I  adore  thee,  0  my  God, 

Blest  Comforter,  supreme,  divine ; 
Still  lead  me  in  the  narrow  road, 

Bid  heav'nly  light  around  me  shine : 
Spirit  of  Holiness  impart, 
Thy  gifts  to  ev'ry  trembling  heart. 

4.  Yes,  I  adore  thee,  0  my  God, 

Blest  Three  in  One,  blest  One  in  Three  : 
Angels  that  fill  thy  high  abode, 

All  praise  and  glory  give  to  thee : 
Earth  with  her  millions  shall  confess 
The  boundless  plenitude  of  grace. 

t£«J.]  Occasions  of  Prayer. 

1.   0  bow  before  the  mercy-seat 

In  times  of  anxious  care ; 
And  humbly  all  thy  wants  repeat 

In  words  of  tender  prayer : 
The  Lord  is  merciful  and  kind, 

The  Lord  is  ever  nigh, 
The  lab'ring  bosom  to  unbind, 
To  fill  with  peace  the  troubled  mind, 

And  calm  the  heaving  sigh. 


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0  bow  before  the  mercy-seat, 

When  waves  of  sorrow  roll, 
Pour  out  before  the  Master's  feet 

The  burden  of  thy  soul : 
The  Man  of  Sorrows  will  be  near 

The  heart  of  every  saint, 
To  wipe  away  the  falling  tear, 
With  tender  words  the  soul  to  cheer, 

When  desolate  and  faint. 

0  bow  before  the  mercy-seat, 

And  lift  to  heav'n  thy  cry  ; 
Till  sinners  all  at  Jesus'  feet 

In  sweet  submission  lie  : 
Till  Zion  shall  arise  and  shine, 

In  beautiful  attire : 
Till  all  the  realms  of  earth  combine. 
Their  crowns  and  sceptres  to  resign 

To  Christ,  their  soul's  desire. 


»|(J.  Thy  will  be  done* 

1.  When  I  seek  for  heav'nly  aid 

From  the  great  celestial  Power, 
Let  me  pray  as  Jesus  prayed 

In  the  dark  and  trying  hour  : 
u  Father,"  on  thy  heav'nly  throne, 
"  Nat  my  will,  but  thine  be  done  !:; 

2.  When  some  gloomy  cloud  appears, 

When  temptations  round  me  rise, 


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When  my  heart  is  filled  with  fears. 

Then  to  thee  my  spirit  flies : 
M  Father,"  on  thy  heav'nly  throne, 
u  Not  my  will,  but  thine  be  done  !" 

3.  When  the  waves  of  trouble  roll, 

And  I  sink  in  deep  dismay, 
Strengthen  thou  my  trembling  soul, 

Help  me  then  in  faith  to  say, 
"  Father,"  on  thy  heav'nly  throne, 
"  Not  my  will,  but  thine  be  done  !" 

4.  When  the  trying  hour  shall  come, 

That  shall  end  this  mortal  life, 
Let  me,  near  the  op'ning  tomb, 

Calmly  say  amid  the  strife,. 
M  Father,"  on  thy  heav'nly  throne, 
"  Not  my  will,  but  thine  be  done  !" 

5.  Life  has  troubles,  toils,  and  cares, 

Death  may  all  its  terrors  try ; 
But  amid  ten  thousand  snares, 

Grace  can  teach  me  still  to  cry, 
u  Father,"  on  thy  heav'nly  throne, 
u  Not  my  will,  but  thine  be  done  !" 

*£^,]  Forgiveness* 

1.  Saviour,  hear  us  through  thy  merit, 
Lowly  bending  at  thy  feet ; 
0  draw  near  us  by  thy  Spirit, 
Prostrate  at  thy  mercy-seat. 


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2.  Wretched,  sinful  and  unworthy. 

Naked,  poor,  and  sick  and  blind, 
Oft  unmindful  while  before  thee 
Of  our  need  of  such  a  friend  : 

3.  Oh  how  precious  is  the  favor 

Of  forgiveness  through  thy  blood; 
Come,  thou  gracious  bleeding  Saviour, 
Be  our  Advocate  with  God. 

4.  For  the  joys  of  thy  salvation, 

Now  we  raise  our  cry  to  thee : 
Hear  the  voice  of  supplication, 
Set  our  souls  at  liberty. 

£g#]  Praying  for  Ministers* 

1.  Ye  children  of  the  Lord, 

Lift  up  the  voice  of  prayer : 
Let  those  who  preach  the  living  word, 
In  your  petitions  share. 

2.  0  supplicate  for  them 

Assistance  from  above : 
That  heav'nly  unction  may  inflame 
Their  hearts  with  holy  love. 


3.  And  may  the  Lord  appear, 

Rich  blessings  to  impart ; 
And  give  to  all  the  hearing 
And  understanding  heart. 

4.  So  shall  the  word  abound 

In  every  pious  soul : 
4 


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While  sinners  listen  to  the  sound. 
And  yield  to  God's  control. 

29.]  1 »»  Darkness* 

1.  I  mourn  the  hidings  of  thy  face. 

The  absence  of  that  smile 
Which  led  me  to  a  throne  of  grace, 
And  gave  my  heart  a  resting-place. 

From  earthly  care  and  toil. 

2.  Oft  in  the  lone  and  silent  hour, 

I  tell  my  tale  of  grief; 
In  tears  of  tenderness  implore, 
The  presence  of  thy  healing  power, 

But  tears  bring  no  relief. 

3.  'Tis  sin  that  separates  from  thee, 

This  poor  benighted  soul : 
My  folly  and  my  guilt  I  see, 
And  now  upon  the  bended  knee 

I  yield  to  thy  control. 

4.  Up  to  the  place  of  thy  abode 

I  lift  my  waiting  eye ; 
To  thee,  0  holy  Lamb  of  God, 
Whose  blood  for  me  so  freely  flowed, 

I  raise  my  ardent  cry. 

5.  0  Saviour,  lend  a  list'ning  ear, 

And  answer  my  request : 
Forgive,  and  wipe  the  falling  tear ; 
Now  with  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer. 

And  set  my  heart  at  rest. 


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30,]  A  Scene  of  Trials. 

1.  In  the  hour  of  deep  dejection 

Fill'd  with  grief  and  anxious  care, 
I  besought  the  Lord's  direction, 
And  he  hearken'd  to  my  prayer. 

2.  Though  my  efforts  were  defeated. 

I  renew'd  them  day  by  day ; 
For  his  favor  I  entreated. 
Humbly  at  his  feet  I  lay. 

3.  Every  prospect  yet  was  clouded. 

Not  a  gleam  of  light  appeared, 
Doubts  and  fears  around  me  crowded, 
Every  hope  was  long  deferr'd. 

4.  'Twas  to  show  my  perfect  weakness, 

And  the  power  of  faith  to  try : 
'Twas  to  prove  my  love  and  meekness, 
That  awhile  he  passed  me  by. 

5.  Calmly  still  on  him  relying, 

Like  a  weaned,  helpless  child, 
I  remain'd  till  hope  was  dying ; 
Then  my  Saviour  sweetly  smiled. 

6.  Now  no  more  in  darkness  grieving, 

I  attune  the  notes  of  praise ; 
Songs  of  joy  and  loud  thanksgiving, 
To  my  great  Deliverer  raise. 
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31.]  Supplication. 

1.  My  fainting  spirit  seeks  relief, 

Before  the  lofty  throne  of  God  ; 
0  Saviour,  listen  to  my  grief, 

For  thou  hast  bought  me  with  thy  blood 

2.  0  let  me  feel  the  vital  air 

Descending  from  the  heights  above. 
And  breathe  my  humble,  tender  prayer, 
Into  the  bosom  of  thy  love  ! 

3.  To  thee  for  refuge  now  I  fly, 

For  human  aid  and  comfort  fail  ; 
0  send  deliv'rance  from  on  high, 
And  let  my  earnest  cries  prevail ! 

32,)  "Watch  and  Pray." 

1.  The  Saviour  bids  thee  watch  and  pray, 

Through  life's  momentous  hour ; 
And  grants  the  Spirit's  quick'ning  ray, 
To  those  who  seek  its  power. 

2.  The  Saviour  bids  thee  watch  and  pray, 

Maintain  a  warrior's  strife ; 
0  Christian  !  hear  his  voice  to-day : 
Obedience  is  thy  life. 

3.  The  Saviour  bids  thee  watch  and  pray, 

For  soon  the  hour  will  come, 
That  calls  thee  from  the  earth  away, 
To  thy  eternal  home. 


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4.  The  Saviour  bids  thee  watch  and  pray, 
0  hearken  to  his  voice. 
And  follow  where  he  leads  the  way, 
To  heav'n's  eternal  joys  ! 

33.]  The  Conflict. 

1  Peter  4:  7— Eph.  G  :  12,  13. 

1.  "Watch  unto  prayer,"  with  holy  meditation, 

Gird  on  thy  armor  in  the  tented  field  : 
Christian,  be  filled  with  heav'nly  animation ; 
Christ  is  thy  strength,  thy  refuge  and  thy  shield. 

2.  Snares  and  temptations  ever  here  await  thee, 

Cares  and  afflictions  all  thy  path  surround  ; 
Friends  of  the  world  neglect,  despise  and  hate  thee, 
Dangers  unseen  and  sorrows  still  abound. 

3.  ;'  Watch  unto  prayer,"  the  conflict  soon  is  over  : 

Myriads  of  angels  view  thee  from  on  high  : 
Glory  eternal  soon  wilt  thou  discover ; 
Crowns  for  the  victor  sparkle  in  the  sky  ! 

34.]  Vigilance. 

1  Peter  5  ;  8. 

1.  0  watch  and  pray;  the  tempter,  ever  near, 

Seeketh  in  malice  whom  he  may  devour : 
Thou  seest  him  not,  but  to  thy  list'ning  ear, 
He  speaks  with  dreadful  energy  and  power. 

2.  When  thou  art  cheerful  he  pollutes  thy  joys, 

Kindling  unhallowed  ecstasies  within  ; 
When  thou  art  sad,  how  doleful  is  his  voice, 
Till  deep'ning  gloom  and  darkness  lead  to  sin. 

4* 


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3.  Thy  wayward  feet  attempt  some  dang'rous  path 

He  soothes  thy  fears,  and  flatters  to  ensnare : 
Wouldst  thou  return,  he  rises  in  his  wrath, 
To  chill  thee  with  the  horrors  of  despair. 

4.  Dost  thou  lament  thy  follies,  and  retire 

In  secret  places  to  confess  and  pray  ; 
There  does  he  meet  thee  with  his  darts  of  fire. 
To  drive  thee  from  the  mercy-seat  away. 

5.  Oh  watch  and  pray,  and  put  thy  armor  on, 

Stand  in  the  strength  of  our  Jehovah's  might 
The  threat'ning  foe  will  thus  be  overthrown, 
The  feeblest  saint  will  put  him  soon  to  flight 


3e>.]  Prayer  and  Praise. 

1.  Prayer  and  praise  together  giv'n 
To  address  the  throne  of  Heav'n, 
Both  alike  the  heart  require, 
Kindled  by  celestial  fire. 

2.  Prayer  in  supplication  bends, 
Praise  on  cheerful  wing  ascends, 
Prayer  confesses  and  implores, 
Praise  rejoices  and  adores. 

3.  Prayer,  while  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
Stills  the  tempest  of  the  soul  ; 
Praise,  while  blessings  round  us  throng. 
Cheers  the  heart  and  tunes  the  tongue. 

4.  Prayer,  in  danger,  toil,  and  strife — 
Prayer,  when  want  embitters  life, 


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Or  when  sin  and  guilt  oppress, 
Hushes  every  thought  to  peace. 

5.  Praise,  in  every  scene  can  find 
Subjects  for  a  thankful  mind ; 
Bright  perfections  to  employ 
Sweetest  themes  of  holy  joy. 

6.  Let  us  then  while  life  remains, 
Filled  with  pleasures  or  with  pains. 
Fix  with  faith  our  upward  gaze 

In  the  work  of  prayer  and  praise. 

j}(J#  ]  A  Morning  in  Spring. 

1.  How  beauteous  the  morning  appears  ! 

The  mists  of  the  twilight  are  gone : 
The  dew-drops,  like  lingering  tears, 
Are  bright  in  the  beams  of  the  sun. 

2.  The  landscape  no  longer  is  gray, 

The  meadows  in  richness  are  clad, 
The  flocks  and  the  herds  are  at  play, 
And  the  heart  of  the  peasant  is  glad. 

3.  How  gently  the  waterfall  pours, 

How  softly  the  breezes  arise ; 
How  fragrant  the  beautiful  flowers, 
Which  spring  in  her  bounty  supplies  ! 

4.  All  nature  is  smiling  in  peace, 

The  goodness  of  God  she  displays  ; 
And  as  blessings  around  us  increase, 
Let  us  tune  the  sweet  anthems  of  praise 


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;J7,|  Morning  Prayer. 

1.  In  this  calm  impressive  hour, 

Let  my  prayer  ascend  on  high ; 
God  of  mercy,  God  of  power, 

Hear  me  when  to  thee  I  cry  : 
Hear  me  from  thy  lofty  throne, 
For  the  sake  of  Christ  thy  Son. 

2.  With  this  morning's  early  ray, 

While  the  shades  of  night  depart, 
Let  thy  beams  of  light  convey 

Joy  and  gladness  to  my  heart : 
Now  o'er  all  my  steps  preside, 
And  for  all  my  wants  provide. 

3.  Oh  what  joy  that  word  affords — 

Thou  shalt  reign  o'er  all  the  earth  ! 
u  King  of  kings  and  Lord  of  lords," 

Send  thy  gospel-heralds  forth  : 
Now  begin  thy  boundless  sway, 
Usher  in  the  glorious  day. 

{<*.  I  Morning  Devotion. 

1.   Now  while  the  early  dawn 
Smiles  o'er  the  dewy  lawn, 

Verdant  and  bright : 
While  all  the  woodland  throng, 
Their  tuneful  notes  prolong, 
Rises  my  morning  song, 

With  true  delight. 


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2.  Oh  for  a  heart  to  love, 
Pure  as  the  saints  above 

In  their  bright  spheres  : 
Where  they  in  bliss  remain 
With  the  seraphic  train. 
And  in  full  glory  reign 

Through  endless  years  ! 

3.  Spirit  of  Holiness, 
Visit  our  lowliness, 

On  earth  descend  ; 
So  shall  the  gospel  sun, 
Whose  race  hath  just  begun, 
Its  glorious  circuit  run, 

Till  time  shall  end. 


39.]  A  Morning  Song. 

L  I  love  to  look  abroad 
Upon  the  rising  day, 
To  view  the  handiwork  of  God 
In  beauteous  array. 

2.  The  meadow  and  the  grove, 

The  mountain  and  the  vale, 
The  plain  where  lights  and  shadows  move, 
While  fragrance  fills  the  gale  ! 

3.  The  scatter'd,  grazing  herds, 

The  murmurings  of  the  rill, 
The  changeful  melody  of  birds, 
The  echoes  from  the  hill ! 


42  HYMNS. 

4.  The  landscape  for  the  while 

With  livelier  tints  will  grow*. 
And  all  creation  wear  a  smile, 
Her  Maker's  love  to  show. 

5.  I  praise  the  bounteous  Lord, 
His  wisdom  and  his  power ; 
His  goodness  and  his  grace  record\ 
Who  grants  th'  enraptured  hour. 

40  1  Evening  or  Morning  Song* 

1.  God  of  evening  and  of  morning, 

Great  Source  of  all, 
While  our  hearts  with  love  are  burning. 

Prostrate  we  nail : 
Now  thy  sacred  throne  addressing, 
And  our  follies  all  confessing, 
We  entreat  a  Father's  blessing : 

Lord,  hear  our  call ! 

2.  Object  of  our  soul's  devotion, 

Thee  we  adore : 
Fill  our  hearts  with  sweet  emotion.. 

This  favored  hour : 
Jesus,  Master,  thou  art  worthy, 
All  the  heav'nly  hosts  adore  thee, 
Saints  shall  cast  their  crowns  before  thee? 

Now  and  evermore. 

/|jl  An  Evening  Song. 

1.  And  now  while  daylight  closes 
To  bring  the  hour  of  rest, 


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My  spirit  soft  reposes 

On  the  Redeemer's  breast ; 

While  on  his  aid  relying, 
I  shall  not  yield  to  fear : 

Living,  or  dead,  or  dying, 
A  Saviour  still  is  near. 

S.  He  saw  my  soul  in  danger, 

Ere  yet  I  knew  his  grace : 
And  bade  me,  once  a  stranger, 

Behold  his  smiling  face : 
My  heart  for  sin  was  mourning, 

I  prayed  to  be  forgiv'n, 
And  soon  to  Jesus  turning, 

I  felt  the  joys  of  heav'n. 

3.  He  took  away  my  sadness, 

And  filled  my  soul  with  hope : 
O  then  with  songs  of  gladness 

My  heart  was  lifted  up  : — 
Since  then,  I  love  and  fear  him, 

His  blessing  I  implore  ; 
And  daily  I  draw  near  him 

And  feel  his  saving  power. 


42.  Hymn  at  Starlight, 

1.  I  love  to  sit  alone 

To  meditation  free, 
While  thought  moves  upward  to  the  throne 
Of  heav'n's  immensity: 


14  HYMNS. 

2.  At  even-tide  to  view, 

Those  countless  worlds  on  high 
Their  wonted  radiance  renew, 
Amid  the  brilliant  sky  ! 

3.  Who  can  their  numbers  tell, 

Or  destinies  declare  ? 
Or  the  inhabitants  reveal 

That  throng  in  myriads  there? 

i.  Great  are  the  works  of  God, 
His  wisdom  and  his  love ; 
His  glories  are  proclaimed  abroad, 
Through  all  the  realms  above. 


gjjl  Evening  Devotion* 

1.  While  at  the  even-tide, 
Gently  the  breezes  glide, 

Fragrant  the  air ; 
While  noise  and  tumult  cease, 
And  all  is  hushed  to  peace, 
Let  holy  thoughts  increase, 

Rising  in  prayer. 

2.  God  of  beneficence, 
Kind  is  thy  influence 

On  all  around ; 
While  favors  oft  renewed 
Fill  me  with  gratitude, 
Let  sin  no  more  intrude, 

My  peace  to  wound. 


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3.  Thy  heav'nly  grace  impart, 
Strengthen  my  drooping  heart. 

This  solemn  hour ; 
All  my  sad  wand'rings  heal, 
Pardon  and  peace  reveal, 
In  me  thy  witness  seal, 

Spirit  of  Power. 

4.  When  life's  declining  day, 
Hastens  my  soul  away, 

Jesus  be  near : 
When  the  last  hour  shall  come, 
When  through  the  opening  tomb, 
Thou  shalt  command  me  home, 

Save  me  from  fear. 

5.  Then  shall  a  sweeter  song 
Rise  from  this  tuneful  tongue, 

Than  earth  has  known  : 
While  angels  sound  thy  praise, 
And  saints  their  anthems  raise, 
Shouting  redeeming  grace 

Round  thy  bright  throne  ! 


44«1  Evening  Hymn. 

1.  Now  from  labor  and  from  care 

Evening  hours  have  set  me  free, 
In  the  work  of  praise  and  prayer, 

Lord,  I  would  converse  with  thee : 
0  behold  me  from  above. 
Fill  me  with  a  Saviour's  love. 
5 


46  HYMNS. 

2.  Sin  and  sorrow,  guilt  and  woe 

"Wither  all  my  earthly  joys  ; 
Nought  can  charm  me  here  below, 

But  my  Saviour's  melting  voice: 
Lord,  forgive,  thy  grace  restore, 
Make  me  thine  for  evermore. 

3.  For  the  blessings  of  this  day, 

For  the  mercies  of  this  hour, 
For  the  gospel's  cheering  ray, 

For  the  Spirit's  quick'ning  power. 
Grateful  notes  to  thee  I  raise, 
0  accept  the  song  of  praise. 

|£a  Saturday  Evening.* 

I    The  week  and  its  labors  we  close, 

With  hearts  all  disburdened  of  care ; 
And  ere  we  retire  for  repose, 

Unite  in  thanksgiving  and  prayer : 
With  sweet  meditation  we  trace, 

The  mercies  that  round  us  have  flowed, 
And  talk  of  the  wonders  of  grace, 

Which  infinite  love  has  bestowed. 

I.  And  how  has  the  week  been  employed, 
Mid  conflicts  without  or  within? 
And  have  we  God's  presence  enjoyed, 
Or  wandered  in  darkness  and  sin  ? 

*  Written  by  request,  for  Rev.  Mr.  G — ,  of  Constantinople. 


hyjixs.  47 

Have  sorrows  encompassed  our  path? 

Temptations  from  morning  to  ev'n  1 
Or  have  joys  and  bright  visions  of  faith. 

Been  leading  our  pathway  to  heav'n  ? 

The  week  and  its  labors  are  past, 

Its  hours  we  can  never  recall. 
Our  life  is  departing  in  haste. 

And  soon  in  the  grave  we  must  fall : 
Then  let  us  each  moment  improve, 

And  let  us  each  Sabbath  employ. 
In  serving  that  Saviour  we  love, 

Who  dwells  in  the  fulness  of  joy. 


4:6.]  The  Sepulchre  on  Sabbath  Morning. 

1.  How  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn, 

That  gilds  the  sacred  tomb, 
Where  Christ  the  crucified  was  borne. 

And  veiled  in  midnight  gloom  ! 
0  weep  no  more  the  Saviour  slain, 
The  Lord  is  ris'n,  he  lives  again. 

2.  Ye  mourning  saints,  dry  ev'ry  tear 

For  your  departed  Lord, 
"  Behold  the  place,  he  is  not  here !" 

The  tomb  is  all  unbarrd : 
The  gates  of  death  were  closed  in  vain. 
The  Lord  is  risrn,  he  lives  again. 

3.  Now  cheerful  to  the  house  of  prayer. 

Your  early  footsteps  bend  j 


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The  Saviour  will  himself  be  there, 

Your  Advocate  and  Friend : 
Once  by  the  law,  your  hopes  were  slain. 
But  now  in  Christ,  ye  live  again. 

4.  How  tranquil  now  the  rising  day ! 

'Tis  Jesus  still  appears, 
A  risen  Lord,  to  chase  away 

Your  unbelieving  fears  : 
0  weep  no  more  your  comforts  slain, 
The  Lord  is  ris'n,  he  lives  again. 

5.  And  when  the  shades  of  evening  fall, 

When  life's  last  hour  draws  nigh, 
If  Jesus  shines  upon  the  soul, 

How  blissful  then  to  die  ! 
Since  he  hath  ris'n  that  once  was  slain, 
Ye  die  in  Christ  to  live  again. 


47,1  Tlie  Sabbatb. 

1.  Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  thee  we  praise, 
For  all  these  holy,  happy  days, 

To  dying  man  in  mercy  giv'n, 
Preparing  for  the  rest  of  lieav'n. 

2.  We  thank  thee  for  the  morning  light, 
Emblem  of  beams  divinely  bright; 
We  thank  thee  for  the  evening  shade, 
For  solemn  meditation  made. 

3.  We  thank  thee  for  that  blest  abode, 
The  earthly  temple  of  our  God  : 


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We  thank  thee  for  thy  holy  word. 
With  heav'nly  truth  so  richly  stored. 

4.  But  oh.  what  praise  to  thee  is  due, 
That  we  are  taught  by  faith  to  view. 
A  Saviour  u  crucified  and  slain," 
Waking  from  death,  on  high  to  reign  ! 

5.  0  Saviour,  God,  to  whom  are  giv'n 
The  realms  of  earth,  the  hosts  of  heav'n, 
Before  thy  glorious  throne  we  fall, 
And  worship  thee  as  Lord  of  all ! 

4§.]  Day  of  Rest. 

1.  0  sacred  day  of  rest, 

Bright  antepast  of  heav'n  ! 

How  are  the  sons  of  Zion  blest, 

To  whom  thy  light  is  giv'n  ! 

2.  How  nature  now  conspires, 

To  fill  the  heart  with  love  ; 
To  kindle  hallowed,  pure  desires, 
Such  as  are  known  above  ! 

3    How  bright  the  sacred  page, 

How  sweet  the  morning  song, 
How  blest  the  sight  when  youth  and  age, 
Unto  the  temple  throng  ! 

4.  Jehovah,  God  is  there  ; 
How  holy  is  the  place ! 
With  humble  awe  our  souls  prepare 
To  come  before  his  face. 


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5.  His  heav'nly  smile  we  see, 

His  tender  love  we  feel. 
Who  in  the  universe  but  he, 
Such  sweetness  can  reveal ! 

6.  Jesus,  the  day  is  thine, 

Thou  art  the  Sabbath's  Lord, 
Through  earth  and  heav'n  thy  glories  shine. 
Eternally  adored. 


49.]  Tlie  Sanctuary. 

1.  Soft  and  holy  is  the  place 

Where  the  light  that  beams  from  heav'n, 
Shows  the  Saviour's  smiling  face 
With  the  joy  of  sin  forgiv'n. 

2.  There  with  one  accord  we  meet, 

All  the  words  of  life  to  hear; 
Bending  low  at  Jesus'  feet, 
Worshipping  with  godly  fear. 

3.  Let  the  world  and  all  its  cares 

Now  retire  from  ev'ry  breast ; 
Let  the  tempter  and  his  snares 
Cease  to  hinder  or  molest. 

4.  Precious  Sabbath  of  the  Lord, 

Fairest  type  of  heav'n  above  ! 
Purest  joy  thy  seems  afford 

To  the  heart  that's  tuned  to  love. 


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50.  V  Bright  Sabbath.  ?Iomiiig. 

1.  The  rosy  light  is  dawning 

Upon  the  mountain^  brow : 
It  is  the  Sabbath  morning. 

Arise  and  pay  thy  vow  : 
Lift  up  thy  yoice  to  heayen 

In  sacred  praise  and  prayer. 
While  unto  thee  is  given. 

The  boon  of  life  to  share. 

2.  The  landscape,  lately  shrouded 

By  evening's  paler  ray. 
Smiles  beauteous  and  unclouded 

Before  the  eye  of  day : 
So  let  our  souls,  benighted 

Too  long  in  folly's  shade. 
By  thy  kind  smiles  be  lighted 

To  joys  that  never  fade. 

3.  0  see  those  waters  streaming 

In  crystal  purity. 
While  earth,  with  verdure  teeming. 

Gives  rapture  to  the  eye  ! 
Let  rivers  of  salvation 

In  larger  currents  flow. 
Till  every  tribe  and  nation 

Their  healing  power  shall  know. 

,51,]  A  Welcome  Day. 

1.  Welcome,  welcome,  day  of  rest. 
To  the  world  in  kindness  giv'n, 


52  HYMNS. 

Welcome  to  this  care-worn  breast, 
With  thy  beaming  light  from  heav'n. 

2.  Day  of  soft  and  sweet  repose, 

Gently  now  thy  moments  run, 

As  the  peaceful  streamlet  flows, 

Radiant  with  a  summer's  sun. 

3.  Day  of  tidings  from  the  skies, 

Day  of  solemn  praise  and  prayer, 
Day  to  make  the  simple  wise, 
0  how  great  thy  blessings  are  ! 

4.  Welcome,  welcome,  day  of  rest, 

With  thy  influence  all  divine ; 
May  thy  hallowed  hours  be  blest 
To  this  feeble  heart  of  mine. 

52. j  Tlic  Divine  Presence. 

1.  The  great  Jehovah  fills  the  place, 

The  Triune  God  is  here  ! 
He  whom  the  host  of  heav'n  obeys, 
Now  bids  the  soul  draw  near  ! 

2.  Angels,  that  round  his  throne  on  high 

Their  sweetest  anthems  pour, 
In  humble  homage  prostrate  lie, 
With  faces  veiled,  adore. 

3.  Thus  while  we  tune  the  notes  of  praise, 

Our  trembling  souls  would  bow  ; 
The  great  Jehovah  fills  the  place, 
He  hears  the  solemn  vow  ! 


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53.]  Quickening  Grace. 

1.  Yain  are  the  efforts  of  the  mind 
Its  weary  burdens  to  unbind. 

Without  enlivening  grace : 
Lord,  fill  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  love. 
0  bid  our  languid  passions  move, 

And  tune  them  to  thy  praise. 

2.  Upward  we  turn  our  waiting  eyes. 
On  thee  alone  our  hope  relies. 

In  this  impressive  hour ; 
0  bid  our  drooping  hearts  rejoice, 
We  long  to  hear  thy  heav'nly  voice. 

And  feel  thy  quick'ning  power. 

54.]  Sacramental, 

1.  "Do  this  in  remembrance  of  me, 

And  think  of  my  suff'rings  and  death" — 
0  Christian,  he  languished  for  thee, 
In  agony  yielded  his  breath. 

2.  He  groaned  that  thy  soul  might  not  grieve. 

He  wept  that  thy  tears  might  be  dry, 
He  died,  that  the  guilty  might  live, 
Who  on  his  salvation  rely. 

3.  ,;As  oft  as  ye  taste  of  this  bread, 

As  oft  as  ye  drink  of  this  cup," 
Think,  think  of  a  Saviour  who  bled, 
And  make  him  your  refuge  and  hope. 


54  HYMNS. 

4.  0  think  of  the  depths  of  his  love, 

The  boundless  extent  of  his  grace. 
And  let  your  obedience  prove, 

How  much  you  delight  in  his  ways. 

5.  Remember  as  hence  ye  retire, 

The  vows  ye  have  solemnly  made  ; 
And  daily  and  hourly  inquire 

How  strictly  those  vows  have  been  paid. 

55.1  Scene  of  Golgotha* 

1.  Go  to  Golgotha  and  weep 

With  the  suff'ring  Son  of  God, 
And  behold  with  anguish  deep, 

Where  the  sacred  Victim  stood, 
Like  a  lamb  to  slaughter  led, — 
Every  friend  and  helper  fled. 

2.  Go  to  Golgotha  and  see 

All  the  heav'ns  in  sackcloth  hung. 
While  rebuke  and  blasphemy 

Issue  foul  from  every  tongue  ! 
Hear  that  agonizing  cry, 
While  the  rending  rocks  reply ! 

3.  Go  to  Golgotha  and  tell 

Why  the  scourge,  the  crown  of  thorn. 
Why  the  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell, 

Join  in  deeds  of  hate  and  scorn : 
Why  such  innocence  in  tears, 
On  the  bleeding  cross  appears. 


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Go  to  Golgotha  and  learn 

All  the  bitterness  of  sin. 
In  those  scenes  of  wrath  discern 

What  thy  own  desert  hath  been : 
Thine  the  shame,  reproach  and  guilt, 
'Twas  for  thee  that  blood  was  spilt ! 

Go  to  Golgotha  and  pray 

That  thy  sins  may  be  forgiv'n  ; 
He  on  whom  thy  burden  lay, 

Now  is  Advocate  in  heav'n : 
Lift  thine  eyes  to  his  abode, 
Trusting  in  the  Son  of  God. 


56.] 


"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God." 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,  which  taketh  away  the  sin  of  the  world. 

John  i.  29. 

1.  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God, 

In  human  flesh  arrayed : 
No  earthly  palace  his  abode, 

But  in  a  manger  laid : 
For  thee,  my  soul,  he  suffer'd  shame ; 
Then  why  should  pride  this  heart  inflame  ? 

2.  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God 

Among  the  sons  of  grief: 
What  deeds,  what  miracles  he  wrought, 

To  bring  them  sweet  relief! 
With  quickened  zeal  his  love  I'll  view. 
And  deeds  of  sympathy  renew. 

3.  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God 

The  cup  of  sorrows  share, 


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Within  the  lonely  garden  bow'd 

In  agony  and  prayer  ! 
He  who  hath  known  temptation's  power, 
Is  strong  to  save  in  peril's  hour. 

4.  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God 

His  soul  a  ransom  give ; 
He  sinks  beneath  our  heavy  load, 

He  dies  that  man  may  live ! 
For  me  he  suffer' d  pain  and  woe ; 
For  him,  in  love,  my  tears  shall  flow. 

5.  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God 

From  the  dark  tomb  arise ; 
Behold  him  on  a  radiant  cloud, 

Ascending  through  the  skies  ! 
From  deeds  of  darkness  and  of  sin, 
My  soul  would  rise  to  life  divine. 


57.1  Fulness  of  Christ # 

1.  Bleeding  hearts,  defiled  by  sin, 
Jesus  Christ  can  make  you  clean  ; 
Contrite  souls,  with  guilt  oppressed, 
Jesus  Christ  can  give  you  rest. 

2.  You  that  mourn  o'er  follies  past, 
Precious  hours  and  years  laid  waste, 
Turn  to  God,  0  turn  and  live ; 
Jesus  Christ  can  still  forgive. 

3.  You  that  oft  have  wander'd  far 
From  the  light  of  Bethlehem's  Star, 


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Trembling  now  your  steps  retrace  ; 
Jesus  Christ  is  full  of  grace. 

4.  Souls  benighted  and  forlorn. 
Grieved,  afflicted,  tempest-worn  : 
Now  in  Israel's  Rock  confide, 
Jesus  Christ  for  man  hath  died. 


5.  Fainting  souls,  in  peril's  hour 
Yield  not  to  the  tempter's  power : 
On  the  risen  Lord  rely ; 
Jesus  Christ  now  reigns  on  high. 


58,j  At  tlie  Cross. 

1,  Before  thy  cross  lamenting, 

My  Saviour  I  would  lie, 
Of  all  my  sins  repenting 

That  caused  my  Lord  to  die : 
My  soul,  with  tears  of  anguish 

Her  follies  would  confess  : 
0  while  in  pain  I  languish, 

Restore  me  by  thy  grace. 

2.  Apply  thy  boundless  merit, 

Recov'ring  strength  impart ; 
0  send  thy  Holy  Spirit, 

To  sanctify  my  heart : 
No  more,  my  Saviour,  leave  me 

To  walk  in  dang'rous  ways  ; 
In  mercy  now  receive  me ; 

Attune  my  heart  to  praise. 
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§9,]  Invitation. 

1.  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Fill'd  with  dismay, 

Wait  not  for  to-morrow, 

Yield  thee  to-day : 

Heav'n  bids  thee  come, 
While  yet  there's  room ; 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow 
Hear  and  obey. 

2.  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Why  wilt  thou  die  ? 
Come,  while  thou  canst  borrow 
Help  from  on  high  : 
Grieve  not  that  love 
Which  from  above, 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Would  bring  thee  nigh. 

#0.1  Trust  in  God. 

1.  Child  of  sorrow,  child  of  care, 
Wouldst  thou  learn  thy  griefs  to  bear, 
And  escape  from  every  snare, 

Trust  in  God  alone  : 
Human  strength  is  weak  and  vain. 
Let  not  sin  its  power  regain ; 
Humbly  ask  and  help  obtain 

From  thy  Father's  throne. 

2.  Hast  thou  in  this  vale  of  tears, 
Gloomy  doubts,  distracting  fears, 


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Painful  months  and  sorrowing  years? 

To  the  Saviour  fly  : 
He  that  drank  the  bitter  cup. 
Bids  thee  in  his  mercy  hope  : 
Let  thy  prayer  be  lifted  up 

To  his  throne  on  high. 

(J I,1  Invitation  to  Wanderers. 

1.  Return.  0  wand'rer,  to  thy  home. 

Thy  Father  calls  for  thee  : 
No  longer  now  an  exile  roam 
In  guilt  and  misery. 

2.  Return.  0  wand'rer,  to  thy  home  : 

'Tis  Jesus  calls  for  thee  : 
;-  The  Spirit  and  the  bride  say,  come  :" 
0  now  for  refuge  flee  ! 

3.  Return.  0  wand'rer,  to  thy  home, 

5Tis  madness  to  delay  ; 
There  are  no  pardons  in  the  tomb. 
And  brief  is  mercy's  day  ! 

6*2.]  "A  Fountain  Opened." 

1.   0  come  to  the  Fountain  of  Life, 

Ye  thirsty,  ye  wretched,  and  poor : 
Relinquish  your  labor  and  strife, 

Salvation  ye  here  may  secure  ! 
While  wand'ring  still  farther  astray, 

Nor  comfort,  nor  peace  can  ye  find : 
No  streams  of  the  desert  allay 

The  thirst  of  the  desolate  mind. 


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2.  0  come  to  the  Fountain  of  Life, 

Ye  thirsty,  ye  wretched,  and  poor : 
And  soon  will  your  spirits  revive, 

To  labor  and  languish  no  more : 
Yea,  come  without  money  and  buy ; 

No  righteousness  have  ye  to  boast, 
If  on  your  own  works  ye  rely, 

The  soul  is  eternally  lost. 

3.  0  come  to  the  Fountain  of  Life, 

Ye  thirsty,  ye  wretched,  and  poor ; 
Its  waters  will  cause  you  to  thrive, 

Their  virtues  are  heav'nly  and  sure : 
Why  think  of  a  moment's  delay  ? 

Why  linger  in  sorrow  and  gloom? 
0  haste  to  the  Fountain  to-day, 

All,  all  are  invited  to  come. 

4>$.]  Expostulation  with  the  Impenitent* 

1.  Ah,  few  and  evil  are  thy  days, 

Child  of  the  earth-born  race, 
The  end  of  all  thy  sinful  ways 

Is  infinite  disgrace : 
'Tis  darkness,  horror  and  dismay, 
Anguish  through  an  eternal  day  ! 

2.  The  world  invites  thee  to  repose 

Upon  her  bed  of  down ; 
And  her  enchantment  round  thee  throws, 

As  if  thy  bliss  to  crown  : 
Her  gifts,  her  promises  of  joy, 
Serve  to  deceive  thee  and  destroy. 


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3.  The  tempter,  with  malicious  art. 

Has  spread  his  fearful  snares  ; 
And  seeks  to  overwhelm  thy  heart 

With  vanities  and  cares : 
Though  all  unseen,  with  fatal  skill 
He  leads  thee  captive  at  his  will ! 

4.  Flee  for  thy  life,  0  quickly  flee. 

Delay  not  for  an  hour ; 
In  Christ  thy  only  Refuge  see, 

Amid  the  storms  that  low'r  ! 
'Tis  faith  in  his  atoning  blood, 
Alone  can  give  thee  peace  with  God. 

64.]  Flight  of  Time. 

1.  Time  flies  on  rapid  wings, 

Its  moments  soon  are  gone ; 
We  pass  the  scene  of  earthly  things, 
And  go  to  worlds  unknown. 

2.  Oh  for  some  heav'nly  guide, 

As  we  to  death  draw  near : 

To  stand  upon  the  river's  side, 

And  quell  each  rising  fear. 

3.  What  arm  could  then  sustain 

An  unbelieving  heart  ! 
What  hand  release  from  endless  pain, 
If  Heav'n  should  cry — depart  ! 

4.  My  soul,  th'  accepted  time, 

The  day  of  grace  improve ; 
6* 


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0  wouldst  thou  see  heav'n's  blissful  clime. 
Seek  now  a  Saviour's  love. 


65.]  Seek  tlie  Tilings  wliicli  are  Above. 

1.  Seek  not  on  earth  thy  home, 

Child  of  redeeming  love  ; 
Rather  in  wildest  deserts  roam, 
Than  lose  thy  rest  above  ! 

2.  The  hand  of  faith  extend, 

Eternal  life  secure  ; 
With  Jesus  for  thy  guide  and  friend, 
The  heav'nly  prize  is  sure. 

3.  Seek  not  on  earth  thy  home, 

Child  of  redeeming  grace  ; 
Seek  now,  while  nearing  to  the  tomb, 
Thy  Father's  smiling  face  ! 


06.] 


A  Voice  of  Warning. 


1.  That  warning  voice,  0  sinner,  hear, 
And  while  salvation  lingers  near, 

The  heav'nly  call  obey : 
Flee  from  destruction's  downward  path, 
Flee  from  the  threat'ning  storm  of  wrath, 

That  rises  o'er  thy  way  ! 

2.  Soon  night  comes  on  with  thick'ning  shade, 
The  tempest  hovers  round  thy  head, 

The  winds  their  fury  pour : 
The  lightnings  rend  the  earth  and  skies, 


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The  thunders  roar,  the  flames  arise, 
What  terrors  fill  that  hour  ! 

That  warning  voice,  0  sinner,  hear. 
Whose  accents  linger  on  thine  ear, 

Thy  footsteps  now  retrace  : 
Renounce  thy  sins  and  be  forgiv'n  : 
Believe,  become  an  heir  of  heavm, 

And  sing  redeeming  grace. 

Then,  while  a  voice  of  pardon  speaks, 
The  storm  is  hush'd,  the  morning  breaks, 

The  heav'ns  are  all  serene : 
Fresh  verdure  clothes  the  beauteous  fields, 
Joy  echoes  from  the  distant  hills, 

Xew  wonders  fill  the  scene. 


67.]  Dangers  of  Delay. 

1.  Delay  not,  delay  not.  0  sinner  draw  near. 

The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee : 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here ; 
Redemption  is  purchased,  salvation  is  free. 

2.  Delay  not,  delay  not,  why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus  thy  God  ? 
A  fountain  is  open,  how  canst  thou  refuse 

To  wash  and  be  cleansed  in  his  pardoning  blood? 

3.  Delay  not,  delay  not,  0  sinner,  to  come, 

For  Mercy  still  lingers  and  calls  thee  to-day : 
Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the  tomb ; 
Her  message  unheeded  will  soon  pass  away. 


b4  HYMNS. 

4.  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  Spirit  of  grace 

Long   grieved   and   resisted   may  take   its    sad 
flight, 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race. 
To  sink  in  the  vale  of  eternity's  night ! 

5.  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  hour  is  at  hand, 

The  earth  shall  dissolve  and  the  heavens  shall 

fade; 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment  shall 

stand ; 
What  power  then,  0  sinner,  will  lend  thee  its 

aid! 


6§.]  Q,uencliiiig  the  Spirit. 

1.  Quench  not  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord, 

The  Holy  One  from  heav'n  ; 
The  Comforter,  the  loved,  adored, 
To  man  in  mercy  giv'n. 

2.  Quench  not  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord ; 

He  will  "  not  always  strive  :" 
0  tremble  at  that  awful  word ; 
Sinner,  awake  and  live  ! 

3.  Quench  not  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord, 

Thy  last  remaining  hope  : 
0  let  his  aid  be  now  employed, 
Let  prayer  be  lifted  tip. 

4.  Grieve  not  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord, 

Heirs  of  redeeming  grace : 


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With  grateful  hearts  his  love  record : 
His  presence  fills  the  place. 


69.]  Grieve  not  the  Spirit. 

1.  0  grieve  ye  not  the  Holy  One. 

Who  purifies  the  soul. 
Who  guides  the  weak  believer  on. 

By  his  benign  control ! 
How  mild  and  gentle  are  his  ways, 

How  tender  and  how  kind  ! 
How  freely  his  enlivening  rays 

Bring  comfort  to  the  mind  ! 

2.  0  grieve  ye  not  the  Holy  One, 

But  hearken  to  his  voice ; 
And  never  lay  your  armor  down, 

Nor  stoop  to  earthly  joys  : 
Increase  in  knowledge  and  in  zeal, 

In  faith,  in  fervent  prayer  : 
And  may  the  Spirit  guide  you  still, 

Till  ye  in  heavm  appear. 


70.]  To  tne  Sinful. 

1.   Conscious  of  thy  ruined  state, 
Ah,  whither  wilt  thou  go  % 

All  within  is  desolate, 
And  all  without  is  woe : 

If  to  heav'n  thou  turn  thine  eye. 
There  a  frowning  Judge  appears  : 


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How  can  he  regard  thy  cry, 
Or  quell  thy  rising  fears  ? 

2.  Oft  hast  thou  the  Spirit  grieved, 

So  kindly  sent  to  thee  ; 
And  that  message  disbelieved, 

Which  would  have  set  thee  free  : 
All  the  blessings  God  hath  given. 

All  the  warnings  he  hath  sent, 
Have  not  led  thy  soul  to  heav'n, 

Or  caused  thee  to  repent. 

3.  Guilty  soul,  what  wilt  thou  do  ! 

Rebellious  still  thou  art : 
God  is  faithful,  just  and  true ; 

But  thou  art  vile  in  heart : 
Yield  thee  now  !  nor  more  repine  : 

Own  the  justice  of  thy  doom ; 
To  the  Lord  thyself  resign, 

And  see — there  yet  is  room  ! 


■71  ]  Preparations  for  Death. 

I.  Sinner,  is  thy  soul  prepared 

For  the  solemn  hour  of  death  ? 
Couldtst  thou,  if  no  longer  spared, 

Calmly  yield  thy  fleeting  breath? 
Couldst  thou  meet  thy  God  in  peace. 

With  thy  follies  unforgiv'n, 
Or  obtain  one  moment's  bliss, 

If  admitted  into  heav'n  ? 


H  Y  M N  S.  67 

2.  Art  thou  ready  to  depart  ? 

Would  the  heav'nly  prize  be  sure 
To  an  unbelieving  heart. 

To  a  soul  by  sin  impure  ? 
Ready  in  thy  guilt  to  die  ! 

Ready  evermore  to  dwell, 
In  a  world  of  misery, 

In  the  burning  depths  of  hell  ! 

3.  Can  a  sinner,  unrenewed. 

Ever  plead  atoning  blood  ? 
Can  a  rebel,  unsubdued, 

Ever  reach  heav'n's  blest  abode  ? 
They  alone  can  look  with  joy, 

For  a  glorious  reward. 
Who  on  earth  their  souls  employ 

In  the  service  of  the  Lord. 

72.]  The  Conflict. 

1.  Heir  of  an  immortal  crown, 
Heed  not  every  foeman's  frown. 
Tread  the  powers  of  darkness  down 

Through  Jehovah's  might  ! 
Though  they  oft  in  wrath  arise, 
Like  the  tempest  of  the  skies, 
He  thy  utmost  need  supplies, 

From  his  heavenly  height. 

2.  Soldier  in  the  tented  field, 

Ply  thy  heav;n-wrought  sword  and  shield, 
Till  the  line  of  battle  yield, 
And  before  thee  flee  : 


68  II  Y  MNS, 

In  thine  armor  ever  stand, 
Girded  by  Jehovah's  hand, 
Till  within  the  promised  land, 
He  shall  set  thee  free. 

73,]  Peace  to  tlie  Penitent. 

1.  Peace  to  thee,  0  favored  one, 
Weeping  thus  before  the  throne 
O'er  the  ills  that  thou  hast  done, 

With  relenting  sighs : 
While  thy  heart  with  grief  is  riv'n, 
All  thy  follies  are  forgiv'n ; 
And  beneath  a  smiling  heav'n, 

Light  will  soon  arise. 

2.  Earthly  joys  to  thee  are  dross, 
Earthly  gain  is  heav'nly  loss ; 
Look  upon  the  bleeding  cross, 

View  the  Victim  there  : 
He  that  for  thy  sins  hath  died. 
Bids  thee  in  his  love  confide  ; 
Trust  in  Him  and  none  beside, 

He  will  hear  thy  prayer. 

3.  For  the  sinful,  dying  race, 
Flows  the  plenitude  of  grace, 
Pardon,  life,  and  heav'nly  peace 

Like  the  ocean's  wave : 
He  the  righteous  law  obeyed, 
He  hath  full  atonement  made, 
Let  thy  soul  on  Him  be  stayed, 

He  is  strong  to  save. 


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^J:.]  The  sight  of  a  Young  Convert. 

1.  Say.  dost  thou  mark  that  beaming  eye. 

That  countenance  serene  ? 
That  smile  of  hope,  and  love,  and  joy. 

Where  gloom  so  late  has  been  ? 
More  beautiful  that  sight  appears 
Than  all  the  charms  that  nature  wears 

2.  And  dost  thou  mark  that  temper  mild. 

That  image  pure  of  heav'n? 
That  soul  subdued  and  reconciled. 

Which  once  with  hate  was  riv'n  ? 
Sure  nothing  earthly  can  impart. 
Such  feelings  to  a  stubborn  heart  ! 

3.  0  glorious  change  !  'tis  all  of  grace, 

By  bleeding  love  bestowed 
On  outcasts  of  a  fallen  race. 

To  bring  them  home  to  God  : 
Infinite  grace  to  vileness  given. 
The  sons  of  earth  made  heirs  of  heav'n  ' 

■y5«j  A-  Sense  of  Pardon. 

1.  How  tranquil  is  the  spirit  now. 

So  late  devoid  of  rest  : 
Mild  radiance  sits  upon  the  brow. 

By  guilt  so  long  oppressed  : 
The  book  of  God  is  all  unsealed, 

And  every  page  is  bright  ; 
The  love  of  Jesus  there  revealed. 

Beams  on  the  raptured  sight. 


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•2.  What  sweet  communion  hath  the  soul 

With  all  the  heirs  of  grace  ! 
What  thoughts  of  deep  compassion  roll 

Towards  all  the  human  race  ! 
What  deeds  of  love,  what  actions  pure. 

What  works  of  faith  appear  ! 
What  trials  will  the  soul  endure, 

Without  one  thought  of  fear  ! 

3.  New  wonders  open  to  the  eye. 

In  all  creation  round  ; 
While  earth,  and  air,  and  sea,  and  sky. 

Bid  heav'nly  praise  resound : 
0  sing  of  God's  forgiving  love, 

Ye  happy  converts  sing ; 
Till  ye  are  called  to  dwell  above, 

With  Christ  your  heav'nly  king  ! 

■76.]  Works  of  Creation. 

1.  The  wonders  of  creation, 

In  earth,  and  air,  and  skies, 
Demand  our  admiration, 

And  waken  our  surprise  : 
•     Th'  attentive  eye  beholding, 

May  find  at  every  view, 
Fresh  mysteries  unfolding, 

And  objects  ever  new. 

2.  Behold  the  lofty  mountains. 

The  vales,  and  plants,  and  trees  ; 
The  lakes,  and  streams,  and  fountains, 
The  oceans  and  the  seas : 


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All  .filled  with  living  creatures. 

Of  every  form  and  grade. 
Endowed  with  difTrent  natures. 

In  matchless  wisdom  made  ! 

3.  The  golden  hues  of  even. 

So  beauteous  to  the  eve  : 
The  thunder-clouds  of  heaven. 

Whose  winged  lightnings  fly  : 
The  rainbow,  so  delightful. 

The  "  sunshine  after  rain  ;" 
The  whirlwind,  dark  and  frightful. 

Which  desolates  the  plain  ! 

4.  The  king  of  day  victorious. 

The  gentle  <{ueen  of  night. 
The  countless  gems  so  glorious. 

That  shed  a  milder  light : 
All  these  form  but  a  portion 

Of  wonders  Heav'n  displays. 
To  waken  our  devotion 

In  joyful  songs  of  praise. 

77.]  Seek  first  the  Kingdom,  &c. 

But  seek  ye  first  the  kingdom  of  God,  and  his  righteousness  :  and  all  these 
things  shall  be  added  unto  you. — SWatt.  6  :  33. 

1.  Do  cares  encircle  thy  abode. 

Or  griefs  thy  cheek  bedew  ? 
Seek  first  the  kingdom  of  thy  God. 

His  righteousness  pursue : 
For  He  who  hears  the  raveirs  cry. 
Will  kindly  every  want  supply. 


II  Y  M  N  S . 

•2.   Doth  sable  night  all  lieav'n  enshroud, 

To  interrupt  thy  view  ? 
Seek  first  the  kingdom  of  thy  God, 

His  righteousness  pursue : 
His  word  will  clear  the  darkest  skies. 
The  day-star  in  thy  night  arise. 

3.  And  hast  thou  felt  the  chast'ning  rod, 

Thy  spirit  to  subdue  ? 
Seek  first  the  kingdom  of  thy  God, 

His  righteousness  pursue : 
Afflictions  will  but  blessings  prove, 
As  tokens  of  a  Father's  love. 

4.  And  art  thou  near  to  Jordan's  flood, 

With  friends  and  comforts  few  ? 
Seek  first  the  kingdom  of  thy  God, 

His  righteousness  pursue  : 
Thou  soon  wilt  reach  the  heav  nly  shore, 
Where  cares  and  sorrows  arc  no  more. 


7N.]  Existence  of  God. 

1 .  Nature  witli  solemn  accent  cries, 
There  is  a  God  that  built  the  skies, 

That  form'd  the  earth,  and  spread  the  flood- 
A  self-existent,  mighty  God. 

2.  Creation's  wonders,  vast  and  bright, 
Proclaim  their  Maker  infinite, 
And  show  t<»  each  enraptured  ej e. 

The  goodness  of  the  Deity. 


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3.  But  in  the  Gospel  all  divine, 
What  glories  and  perfections  shine  ! 
Justice  and  mercy  there  we  trace. 
Eternal  truth,  transcendent  grace. 

4.  Thanks  for  the  light  of  nature  giv'n, 
Thanks  for  the  surer  guide  to  heav'n 
We  praise  the  great  creation's  Lord. 
For  all  the  treasures  of  his  Word. 


79.]  Use  of  Meditation. 

1.   Christian,  wouldst  thou  know  the  joy 
Pure  religion  can  impart  ? 
Let  her  truths  thy  mind  employ, 

Firmly  fix  thy  roving  heart ; 
Then  will  radiance  round  thee  shine 
With  an  influence  all  divine. 

2;  Think  who  fills  a  Father's  throne, 
How  in  righteousness  he  reigns, 

What  perfections  he  hath  shown. 
How  unchangeable  remains  : 

Countless  worlds  proclaim  his  power. 

And  his  wondrous  name  adore. 

3.   Think  of  all  that  heav'nly  grace 

Which  in  Christ  the  Lord  appears. 
Till  the  vision  of  his  face 
A  celestial  glory  wears  : 
Where  the  eye  of  faith  may  view 
Wonders  still  for  ever  new. 
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4.  Think  upon  that  Spirit  pure 

Who  the  love  of  God  reyeals, 
Shows  the  promise  ever  sure, 

And  within  his  witness  seals  : 
Think  upon  his  hallowed  name, 
Till  his  love  thy  soul  inflame. 

5.  God  is  holy,  just,  and  good, 

Thou  art  sinful,  weak,  and  vile ; 
Blessings,  by  his  hand  bestowed, 

Hound  thy  habitation  smile  : 
These  should  charm  thy  heart  to  love, 
These  should  fix  thy  thoughts  above. 

6.  Dost  thou  now  in  darkness  mourn, 

And  the  tear  of  anguish  shed  ? 
Child  of  hope,  to  God  return  ; 

Lift  on  high  thy  drooping  head  ! 
Kays  celestial  round  thee  shine. 
Heav'n  and  all  its  joys  are  thine  ! 


§0  l  Christian  Amusements. 

I.   The  Christian's  hours  of  leisure 

Should  never  be  employed 
In  search  of  fruitless  pleasure, 

By  sinful  men  enjoyed 
His  means  of  relaxation 

In  paths  of  duty  li«\ 
And  every  earthly  station 

Can  yield  a  rich  supply. 


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%  The  fading  hues  of  even. 

The  morning's  golden  ray. 
The  glitt'ring  stars  of  heaven, 

The  orb  that  rules  the  day, 
The  verdant  fields  and  flowers, 

The  woodland  and  the  plain, 
The  mountain  high  that  towers, 

Have  not  been  formed  in  vain. 

3.  Th'  enraptured  eye,  beholding, 

Still  brightens  at  the  view, 
While  science  is  unfolding 

Creations  ever  new : 
What  mind  by  these  invited 

Can  dwell  on  trifling  toys  ? 
What  heart,  with  these  delighted, 

Can  sigh  for  meaner  joys  ? 

4.  Yet  things  of  nobler  merit 

Invite  the  Christian's  eye : 
He  sees  th'  immortal  spirit 

Of  man  in  ruin  lie : 
A  world  in  desolation 

Demands  unceasing  prayer. 
And  knowledge  of  salvation 

To  save  it  from  despair. 

5.  0  let  us  then  endeavor 

Each  moment  to  improve  ; 
And  show  that  we  can  never 
Forget  a  Saviour's  love  : 


7G  HYMNS. 

But  tell  redemption's  story 
To  every  list'ning  ear. 

Till  earth  is  filled  with  glory, 
Till  heav'n  itself  appear. 


81,]  What  shall  I  do  to  be  Saved  I 

Acts  16:  30. 

What  shall  a  trembling  sinner  do. 
To  save  the  soul  from  endless  woe  ? 
Where  shall  I  fly  to  seek  relief, 
From  loads  of  guilt  and  floods  of  grief  ? 

2  How  can  a  sinner  be  forgiv'n 

Who  has  incurred  the  wrath  of  Heav'n? 
How  can  I  meet  a  frowning  God, 
Or  shun  the  terrors  of  his  rod  ? 

3  Before  God's  just  and  holy  law, 
My  guilty  spirit  sinks  with  awe  : 
The  sentence  of  eternal  deatli 
Hangs  on  a  moment's  fleeting  breath 

But  Jesus  calls  :  to  him  I'll  go, 
In  humble  supplication  bow; 
I'll  trust  in  his  atoning  blood, 
And  consecrate  myself  to  God. 

5.    Justice  would  frown  my  heart  away, 
But  bleeding  mercy  bids  me  Btay 

And  should  my  soul  be  left  to  die, 
Still  at  the  footstool  I  will  lie. 


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{§2.1  "  The  Everliving  God." 

1.  "  The  Lord  Jehovah  lives. 

And  blessed  be  my  Bock  ::' 
Though  earth  her  bosom  heaves. 

And  mountains  feel  the  shock : 
Though  oceans  rage  and  torrents  roar. 
God  is  the  same  for  evermore. 

2.  The  Lord  Jehovah  lives 

The  dying  sinner's  Friend : 
And  freely  he  forgives 

The  follies  that  offend : 
He  wipes  the  penitential  tear. 
Bids  faith  and  hope  the  spirit  cheer. 

3.  The  Lord  Jehovah  lives 

To  hear  and  answer  prayer : 
The  suppliant  who  believes 

And  seeks  his  guardian  care. 
A  Father's  tender  love  shall  know. 
Whence  streams  of  heav'nly  comfort  flow 

4.  The  Lord  Jehovah  lives 

Salvation  to  secure. 
The  title  that  he  give.-. 

Shall  be  for  ever  sure : 
:Tis  drawn  in  characters  of  blood. 
;Tis  issued  from  the  throne  of  God  ! 

§3  ]  Exhortation  to  the  Young. 

1.    0  let  not  sin  or  folly 

Consume  thy  fleeting  days. 


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Nor  sullen  melancholy 

Her  dark  forebodings  raise  ; 

Nor  earthly  joy  or  sorrow. 
Anxiety  or  care. 

That  vanish  with  the  morrow. 
Thy  feeble  heart  ensnare. 

i,  In  safety  or  in  danger 

This  world  is  not  thy  home. 
A  pilgrim  and  a  stranger. 

Thou'rt  traveling  to  the  tomb : 
This  life's  a  scene  of  trial, 

A  dreary  winter's  day : 
Then  walk  in  self-denial, 

Along  the  narrow  way. 

How  short  is  thy  probation  ! 

Too  soon  its  hours  will  close ; 
0  seek  the  great  salvation 

While  time's  brief  taper  glows 
Thy  spirit  is  immortal, 

And  every  fleeting  breath, 
Thou'rt  nearer  to  the  portal 

Of  endless  life  or  death. 

8J»J  The  Pure  In  Heart. 

Blessed  arc  the  pure  in  heart :  for  they  shall  sec  God. — Matt.  5 

Ali.  who  shall  stand  before  thy  throne 
Amid  the  ransomed  race, 

When  all  thy  glories  are  made  known, 
And  sing  recovering  grace  ! 


II  Y  M  N  S.  79 

The  pure  in  heart.  0  Lord,  shall  see 
Thy  face,  and  ever  dwell  with  thee. 

2.  Xo  glittering  gems,  or  mines  of  gold. 

That  bliss  can  e:er  secure : 
The  precious  pearl  of  price  untold 

Is  given  to  the  pure : 
The  pure  in  heart  alone  shall  prove 
The  riches  of  eternal  love. 

3.  The  proud  in  spirit  soar  in  vain 

To  reach  the  heights  of  heav'n 
None  but  the  humble  can  attain, 

Whose  sins  are  all  forgiv'n  : 
The  pure  in  heart  alone  shall  rise 
To  scenes  of  bliss  beyond  the  ski :  - 

f.  None  of  a  selfish,  carnal  mind. 

Or  envious  or  vile. 
Vain  or  deceitful  or  unkind. 

Can  meet  thy  gracious  smile  : 
The  pure  in  heart,  and  only  they. 
Are  walking  in  the  heav'nly  way. 

5.   Lord,  search  and  try  my  inmost  soul 

Remove  each  guilty  stain  : 
Win  every  thought  to  thy  control. 

Let  every  sin  be  slain : 
0  bring  me  to  the  healing  flood. 
And  cleanse  me  by  thy  precious  blood. 


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$5.1  Pleading  tlie  Promise-s* 

1.     In  hours  of  need. 
The  promise  plead. 
And  thy  request  make  known  ; 
Lift  up  thine  e)Te 
To  realms  on  high. 
Address  the  heav'nly  throne, 

2.  Dost  thou  not  share 
A  Father's  care 

Who  hears  the  raven's  call  - 

Who  bids  the  field 

Its  verdure  yield, 
And  marks  the  sparrow's  fall  ? 

3.  Could  thine  own  heart 
Rich  gifts  impart 

To  children  of  thy  love — 

A  heart  so  blind, 

To  sin  inclined, 
As  all  thy  actions  prove  ? 

4.  And  shall  the  Lord, 
By  heav'n  adored, 

Whose  goodness  reigns  supreme. 
Who  knows  thy  tears, 
And  sees  thy  fears, 

To  thee  less  bounteous  seem  ? 

5.  Sure  thou  must  feel 
His  kind  appeal, 


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An  argument  from  heav'n, 

Of  love  and  grace. 

To  man's  weak  race 
In  condescension  giv'n. 

$$•]  Return  from  Wanderings* 

1.  And  have  I  been  wand'ring  again, 

So  far  from  thy  guidance  astray  ? 
And  shall  I  yet  longer  remain, 

Where  dangers  encompass  my  way? 
My  sin  and  my  folly  I  mourn : 

My  footsteps  I  now  would  retrace ; 
Lord,  help  me  once  more  to  return, 

And  grant  me  thy  quickening  grace. 

2.  Let  meekness  resume  her  control, 

Humility  reign  in  my  heart ; 
Let  folly  be  driv'n  from  my  soul, 

And  wisdom  her  guidance  impart : 
Let  every  feeling  be  pure, 

And  every  action  be  right ; 
Let  heavenly  mercy  allure, 

And  fill  me  with  holy  delight. 

3.  Receive  me,  thou  Shepherd  divine. 

As  now  I  return  to  thy  fold  : 
My  all  unto  thee  I  resign  ; 

Thy  name  is  more  precious  than  gold 
No  strength  of  my  own  can  I  trust, 

No  wisdom  but  thine  will  avail : 
0  keep  me  still  humbled  in  dust ; 

Thy  faithfulness  never  can  fail. 


82  H  Y  If  x  £J 

§?,]  Aids  of  the  Spirit. 

1.  Iii  darkness  and  temptati 

In  sorrow  and  in  fear,    . 
0  God  of  our  saltation 

]*e  thou  for  ever  near  ! 
Compassionate  our  blindness,. 

Commiserate  our  grief, 
And  in  thy  loving-kindness 

Appear  for  our  relief. 

2.  How  weak  is  each  endeavor 

To  find  sweet  peace  of  heart  ! 
No  earthly  friend  can  ever 

This  heav'nly  gift  impart: 
But   Jesus,  thy  rich  merit 

Onto  our  souls  display  : 
And  grant  us  thy  good  Spirit 

To  guide  us  on  our  way. 

3.  Do  thou  our  souls  enlighten, 

Sweet  rays  of  comfort  bring. 
Till  every  thought  shall  brighten 

On  contemplation's  wing : 
Till  thy  return  we  languish, 

In  darkness  and  in  fear; 
O  dissipate  our  anguish, 

\nd  every  bosom  cheer  f 

§$,]  In  Perplexity. 

1.   Overwhelmed  by  many  a  care, 
O  what  course  shall  I  pursue  ? 


(  N  S . 

Now  to  thee  I  lift  my  prayer, 
Teach  thy  servant  what  to 
Lord,  in  mercy  now  appear. 
Make  the  path  of  duty  clear. 

i.   For  thy  guidance  here  I  wait, 
As  in  shadows  of  the  night  : 
All  is  dark  and  desolate 

Till  thy  word  restores  the  light . 
Lord,  in  mercy  now  ap] 
Make  the  path  of  duty  clear. 

3.  Patient  at  thy  feet  I  lie. 

Meekly  on  thy  name  I  call : 
Glorious  is  thy  majesty, 
■  Thou  that  rulest  over  all  : 
Lord,  in  mercy  now  appear. 
Make  the  path  of  duty  clear. 

4.  With  no  purpose  of  my  own. 

But  to  yield  my  all  to  thee. 
I  would  say — thy  will  be  done. 

"Whatsoe'er  becomes  of  me — 
Lord,  in  mercy  now  appear. 
Make  the  path  of  duty  clear. 

§<)•]  IiOiiging  for  Heaven. 

1.    0  when  shall  my  soul  be  at  rest. 

From  sin  and  from  Borrow  set  free; 
I  sigh  for  the  home  of  the  blest. 
The  mansion  preparing  fur  me  : 


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What  tumults  are  raging  within, 
How  feeble  my  strength  to  oppose  f 

What  conflicts  of  heart  against  sin. 
What  power  in  the  arm  of  my  foes  ! 

2.  But,  courage  !  the  struggle  will  end. 

The  warfare  ere  long  will  be  past ; 
My  Saviour  deliv'rance  will  send, 

And  give  me  the  vict'ry  at  last : 
Till  then,  in  his  armor  I'll  stand, 

His  strength  shall  my  weakness  remove ; 
I'll  wait,  till  he  gives  the  command. 

Then  fly  to  the  mansions  above. 


90. ]  Indwelling  Sin. 

1.  Oh  that  the  soul  from  sin  were  free. 
Oh  that  in  heav'n-born  purity 

My  thoughts  might  ever  flow  ; 
That  foes  without  would  ne'er  assail. 
That  foes  within  would  ne'er  prevail. 

And  fill  my  heart  with  woe  ! 

2.  When  shall  the  dreadful  conflict  cease, 
When  shall  the  soul  be  filled  with  peace 

Celestial  and  divine? 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  look  to  thee ; 
No  human  arm  can  rescue  me, 

The  work  is  wholly  thine. 

3.  The  time  will  come,  the  lieav'nly  hour, 
When  sin  shall  lose  its  fearful  power, 


HYMNS. 


When  death  itself  shall  die  : 
Then  shall  the  soul,  without  alloy. 
The  holy  scenes  of  bliss  enjoy. 

In  mansions  blest  on  high. 


01,]  Promises. 

1.   Quietly  my  soul  would  lean 

On  the  promises  of  God. 

Trusting  to  a  hand  unseen. 

While  I  tread  the  pilgrim  road : 
God  beholds  me  from  on  high. 
He  will  every  want  supply. 

2.  What  though  strong  temptations  rise. 

Fiery  darts  my  way  oppose. 
Threat'ning  storms  ascend  the  skies. 

Or  affliction^  furnace  glows  / 
God  is  faithful.  God  is  true. 
He  will  still  my  strength  renew. 

3.  What  though  dangers  round  me  throng. 

Fickle  friends  refuse  their  aid  ? 
What  though  foes  the  strife  prolong, 

And  my  inmost  soul  invade  ? 
God  for  ever  is  the  same  ; 
And  Til  trust  his  holy  name. 

4.  Thus,  whatever  ills  may  come, 

To  the  promises  I'll  flee, 
Till  I  reach  my  heav  nly  home, 
And  the  realms  of  glory  see : 


80  HYMNS. 

Faith  in  God  shall  still  prevail, 
For  his  word  can  never  fail. 


OS?.]  Conviction  and  Submission, 

1.  Why  sinks  my  soul  desponding, 

Why  fill  my  eyes  with  tears. 
When  nature  all  surrounding 

The  smile  of  beauty  wears  ? 
Why  burdened  still  with  sorrow. 

Is  every  lab'ring  thought  ? 
Each  vision  that  I  borrow, 

With  gloom  and  sadness  fraught  % 

2.  The  pleasures  that  deceived  me 

My  soul  no  more  can  charm ; 
Of  rest  they  have  bereaved  me. 

And  fill'd  me  with  alarm  : 
The  objects  I  have  cherished 

Are  empty  as  the  wind  ; 
My  earthly  joys  have  perished, 

What  comfort  shall  I  find  ? 

3.  If  inward  still  inquiring 

I  turn  my  searching  eye, 
Or  upward  now  aspiring, 

I  raise  my  feeble  cry, 
No  hcav'nly  light  is  beaming 

To  cheer  my  troubled  breast ; 
No  ray  of  oomfort  gleaming, 

To  give  my  spirit  rest. 


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4.  Oh  from  this  dreadful  anguish 

Is  there  no  refuge  nigh  ? 
'Tis  guilt  that  makes  me  languish. 

And  leaves  me  thus  to  die  : 
I  will  renounce  my  folly 

Before  the  throne  of  grace  : 
And  make  the  Lord  most  holy 

My  strength  and  righteousness. 

93,]  Is  there  no  Balm  in  Gilead! 

Is  there  no  balm  in  Gilead?  is  there  no  physician  there"?  why  then  is  not 
the  health  of  the  daughter  of  my  people  recovered  ? — Jeremiah^  :  22. 

1.  Why  should  gloomy  thoughts  arise. 

And  darkness  fill  the  mind  ? 
Why  that  bosom  heave  with  sighs, 

And  still  no  refuge  find  ? 
Know'st  thou  not  of  *Gilead's  balm. 

Of  the  great  Physician  there. 
Who  can  every  fear  disarm, 

And  save  thee  from  despair  ? 

2.  Why  o'erwhelmed  with  guilt  and  grief? 

Why  fill:d  with  sore  dismay? 
Looking  downward  for  relief, 

Without  one  cheering  ray  ? 
Lift  thy  streaming  eyes  to  heaven. 

There  the  great  Atonement  see  .; 
All  thy  sin  shall  be  forgiven  ; 

Believe,  and  thou  art  free. 

3.  He  that  for  thy  soul  hath  died, 

Invites  thee  now  to  come  ; 


88  HYMNS. 

He  the  law  hath  satisfied, 

And  can  reverse  thy  doom : 
He  hath  suffered  grief  and  shame, 

He  hath  shed  his  precious  blood : 
0  believe  in  Jesus'  name 

And  be  at  peace  with  God. 

94.]  Pleading  with  the  Son  of  David. 

And  when  Jesus  departed  thence,  two  hlind  men  followed  him,  crying 
and  saying,  Thou  son  of  David,  have  mercy  on  us. — JLitt.  0  :  -7. 

1.  Will  the  Lord  in  loving-kindness 

Listen  to  our  ardent  cry, 
And  remove  the  film  of  blindness 

From  the  soul's  bedarkened  eye : 
Though  unseen,  thou  still  art  near  us, 

And  we  know  thy  tender  care : 
0  thou  Son  of  David,  hear  us, 

Let  us  now  thy  mercy  share. 

2.  Waves  of  sorrow  roll  around  us, 

Dangers  fill  us  with  dismay, 
Threat'ning  foes  deceive  and  wound  us, 

Urge  our  footsteps  far  astray : 
With  thy  light  defend  and  cheer  us, 

Guide  us  in  the  path  of  peace; 
0  thou  Son  of  David,  "hear  us, 

Bid  our  fears  and  warid'rings  cease. 

3.  Strong  the  arm  of  thy  salvation, 

llich  the  treasures  of  thy  love, 
Listen  to  our  supplication, 
From  thy  lofty  throne  above  ; 


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95.] 


Let  our  foes  no  more  ensnare  us. 

Let  us  now  thy  glory  see ; 
0  thou  Son  of  David,  hear  us. 

For  we  trust  alone  in  thee. 


Pleacliiur  for  Pardon. 


1.  How  can  I  bear  a  Father's  frown. 

Who  fills  the  realms  of  love ; 
Whose  piercing  eye  from  heav'n  looks  down, 
My  inmost  soul  to  prove  ! 

2.  Look  not  on  me.  0  Holy  One, 

Who  know'st  my  guilt  and  fear  .; 
But  on  thy  well-beloved  Son. 
Whom  thou  wilt  always  hear. 

3.  0,  for  his  sake,  in  mercy  smile  ! 

Thou  only  canst  forgive  ; 
That  look  can  all  my  pains  beguile. 
And  bid  my  spirit  live. 

4.  While  from  the  height  of  Calv'ry's  hill, 

The  bleeding  cross  I  view : 
Sorrows  untold  my  bosom  fill, 
And  all  my  soul  subdue. 

5.  Yes,  there  is  pardon,  life  and  peace. 

And  cleansing  in  that  blood ; 
The  boundless  plenitude  of  grace. 
Compassion  of  a  God  ! 


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96.]  Pleading  for  Pardon. 

1.  Jesus.  Incarnate  Son  of  G-od, 

Now  hear  us  from  on  high ; 
0  seal  our  pardon  with  thy  blood. 

To  thee,  to  thee  we  cry : 
Our  prostrate  souls  no  merit  claim, 
We  plead  thine  all  prevailing  name. 

2.  Thy  law,  so  holy,  just,  and  good, 

Wakens  our  hearts  to  prayer, 
While  sin  is  rising  like  a  flood, 

To  whelm  us  in  despair : 
Guilty  we  fall  before  thy  throne  ! 
Thou,  Lord,  art  righteous,  thou  alone  ! 

3.  Ruined  and  all  defiled  by  sin, 

Our  souls  would  turn  and  live ; 
Lord,  in  thy  mercy  make  us  clean, 

And  all  our  sins  forgive : 
Thy  righteousness,  thy  bleeding  love, 

Can  every  stain  of  guilt  remove. 


f) 7.]  Deep  Contrition. 

1.  Jesus,  save  my  dying  soul, 
Make  my  wounded  spirit  whole  ; 
Eumbled  in  the  dust  I  lie, 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die  ! 

2.  Jesus,  full  of  eyery  grace, 

Now  reveal  thy  smiling  face  ; 


HYMNS.  91 

Grant  the  joy  of  sin  forgiv'n, 
Foretaste  of  the  bliss  of  heav'n  ! 

3.  All  my  guilt  to  thee  is  known. 
Thou  art  righteous,  thou  alone ; 
All  my  help  is  from  thy  cross. 
All  beside  I  count  but  loss. 

4.  Lord,  in  thee  I  now  believe, 
Wilt  thou — wilt  thou  not  forgive  ? 
Helpless  at  thy  feet  I  lie, 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die. 

9§/l  Confession* 

1.  Lord,  we  bow  with  deep  contrition 

Low  before  thy  throne  of  grace ; 
Hear  us  in  thy  kind  compassion 
While  we  fall  before  thy  face. 

2.  Where  but  to  a  bleeding  Saviour 

Shall  we  come  for  life  and  peace  ? 
Nothing  but  thy  boundless  favor 
Can  our  burdened  souls  release. 

3.  Thou  hast  witnessed  our  transgression. 

Thou  hast  measured  all  our  guilt : 
Witness  now  our  deep  confession, 
Thou  whose  precious  blood  was  spilt, 

4.  Pardon,  peace,  and  consolation, 

At  thy  bleeding  cross  we  see : 
Here  we  take  our  humble  station, 
Here,  our  children  bring  to  thee. 


92  HYMNS. 

99,]  Self-Dedication  of  a  Child. 

1.  Lord,  I  would  come  to  thee, 
A  sinner  all  defiled ; 
Remove  the  stain  of  guilt  from  me, 
And  own  me  as  thy  child. 

2.  I  cannot  live  in  sin, 

And  feel  a  Saviour's  love ; 
Thy  blood  can  make  me  pure  within, 
And  write  my  name  above. 

3.  Among  thy  little  flock, 

I  need  the  Shepherd's  care : 
Pour  waters  from  the  smitten  Rock, 
And  pastures  green  prepare. 

4.  Blest  Shepherd  !  I  am  thine  ; 

Still  keep  me  in  thy  fear ; 
Now  fill  my  heart  with  grace  divine. 
Bring  thy  salvation  near. 

100.1  Pleading  for  Pardon. 

1 .  I  look  to  thee,  0  Lord,  alone, 

And  low  beneath  thy  gracious  throne 

Pour  out  my  ardent  prayer  : 
Pardon  my  sin,  my  soul  reprieve, 
No  hand  but  thine  can  now  relieve, 
Or  save  from  dark  despair. 

2,  My  trembling  spirit,  filled  with  awe. 
Beholds  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 


HYMNS.  93 

And  bows  itself  in  dust : 
Thou,  Lord,  art  righteous,  just,  and  good. 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  blood, 

Thou  art  my  only  trust. 

Guilty  before  thy  bar  I  plead, 
Guilty  in  thought,  in  word,  in  deed, 

Wholly  defiled  by  sin : 
0  heal  the  leprosy  of  soul, 
One  pard'ning  look  can  make  me  whole. 

And  shed  sweet  peace  within. 

Seeking  Light  and  Comfort* 

..  Lord  of  life,  on  thee  I  call, 
Humbly  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  in  all, 

Hear  my  fervent  cry : 
Source  divine  of  every  grace, 
Cheer  me  with  thy  smiling  face, 
Fill  me  with  thy  heav'nly  peace, 

Bring  salvation  nigh. 

I  In  thine  absence  how  I  mourn, 
Grieved,  afflicted,  tempest-worn, 
Waiting  still  thy  kind  return, 

Till  thy  grace  appear : 
Thou  canst  bid  the  dying  live, 
Thou  canst  all  my  sins  forgive, 
Lord,  on  thee  I  now  believe, 

Hearken  to  my  prayer. 

1.  Let  the  shadows  quickly  flee, 
Let  me  now  thy  fulness  see; 
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94  H  Y  If  N  S. 

••  Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee." 

At  this  trying  hour : 
Thou  canst  every  snare  destroy. 
Thou  canst  fill  my  heart  with  joy. 
And  with  praise  my  tongue  employ 

By  thy  heav'nly  power. 


102.]  In  Adversity. 

1.  In  the  wide  commotion 
Of  life's  troubled  ocean. 

What  haye  I  to  fear  ? 
Though  around  this  dwelling 
Tempest  waves  are  swelling, 
Jesus  still  is  near : 
With  his  peace 
My  joys  increase, 
Far  beyond  earth's  fading  pleasures. 
And  her  richest  treasures. 

2.  Lord,  in  thee  abiding, 

In  thy  strength  confiding. 

I  shall  never  fall : 
As  thy  love  is  beaming, 
As  hcavVs  light  is  streaming 
( )Vr  my  trembling  soul, 
Thou  wilt  hear 
My  earnest  prayer ; 
Save  me  in  thy  kind  compassion, 
From  each  strong  temptation. 


H  Y  M  X  S  .  95 


103,]  Trust  in  God  amid  Perils. 

1.  In  time  of  fear. 
"When  trouble's  near, 

I  look  to  thine  abode ; 

Though  helpers  fail. 

And  foes  prevail. 
I'D  pnt  my  trust  in  God. 

2.  And  what  is  life. 
But  toil  and  strife  ? 

What  terror  has  the  grave  ? 

Thine  arm  of  power. 

In  peril's  hour. 
The  trembling  soul  will  save. 

3.  In  darkest  skies 
Though  storms  arise. 

I  will  not  be  dismay' d  : 

0  God  of  light. 

And  boundless  might. 
My  soul  on  thee  is  stay'd  ! 


104.1  In   Darkness. 

1.  One  smile,  one  gracious  smile 
Upon  this  drooping  heart. 
Can  every  weary  thought  beguile. 

And  bid  my  gloom  depart : 
One  smile  of  heav'n  upon  the  soul 
Can  every  struggling  fear  control. 


96  H  Y  M  N  S . 

2.  0  Saviour,  let  me  hear 

Thy  sympathizing  voice  ; 
The  accents  of  thy  love  can  cheer 

And  fill  with  heav'nly  joys 
This  bosom,  now  with  care  oppress'd, 
And  charm  the  weary  soul  to  rest. 

3.  Bid  thy  enliv'ning  rays 

Amid  the  darkness  shine, 
That  I  may  tune  the  notes  of  praise. 

For  mercy  so  divine  ; 
Thy  smile,  thy  voice,  thy  light,  thy  love, 
Can  every  thought  of  gloom  remove. 


105 .]  Christian  Courage, 

1.  0  trust  in  God,  the  God  of  our  salvation, 
Trust  in  the  Lord  to  heal  the  desolation  ; 

The  cause,  how  precious  in  his  sight ! 

He  has  an  arm  of  boundless  might : 
0  trust  in  God,  nor  yield  to  fear, 
Our  helper  is  for  ever  near, 

In  darkness  as  in  light. 

2.  0  trust  in  God,  the  God  of  earth  and  ocean. 
His  cause  is  safe  though  earth  were  in  commotion. 

Though  floods  arise  and  tempests  roar. 

And  millions  threaten  to  devour; 
Yet  trust  in  God.  in  him  confide, 
And  in  liis  sacred  peaoe  abide  ; 

He  reigns  for  evermore. 


H  Y  M  N  S  .  97 


100.]  Heavenly  Aspirations. 

1.  With  eyes  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love 

My  soul  would  upward  rise. 
And  conYerse  hold  with  things  aboYe. 
And  all  that  hallowed  influence  prove, 

Which  grace  divine  supplies. 

2.  But  sin  will  oft  my  heart  betray. 

And  cares,  from  morn  till  ev'n, 
Command  my  lab'ring  thoughts  away, 
Call  my  affections  far  astray. 

From  happiness  and  heav'n 

3.  Heav'n  is  the  portion  of  my  soul. 

My  treasure  and  my  joy  ; 
Can  there  be  aught  from  pole  to  pole, 
Within  the  reach  of  man's  control, 

That  should  my  heart  employ? 

4.  Upward,  still  upward  let  me  soar, 

While  in  this  vale  of  tears  : 
Till  earthly  scenes  and  toils  are  o'er, 
And  sin  shall  wound  my  heart  no  more, 

Till  heaven  itself  appears. 

lO1?.]  Consolation. 

1.  Why  that  look  of  sadness? 
Why  that  downcast  eye  ? 
Can  no  thought  of  gladness 
Lift  thy  soul  on  high  ? 
9* 


98  HYMNS. 

0  thou  heir  of  heaven  ! 

Think  of  Jesus'  love. 
While  to  thee  is  given. 

All  his  grace  to  prove. 

2.  Is  thy  burdened  spirit 

Agonized  for  sin  ? 
Think  of  Jesus'  merit. 

He  can  make  thee  clean  : 
Think  of  Calv'ry's  mountain, 

Where  his  blood  was  spilt ; 
In  that  healing  fountain 

Wash  away  thy  guilt. 

3.  Is  thy  spirit  drooping, 

Is  the  tempter  near  ? 
Still  in  Jesus  hoping, 

What  hast  thou  to  fear  ? 
Set  the  prize  before  thee, 

Gird  thy  armor  on  : 
Heir  of  grace  and  glory, 

Struggle  for  thy  crown  ! 


J  08.1  Trials  In  Prospect. 

Take  therefore  no  thought   for  the  morrow:    for  the    morrow    shall    take 
thought  for  the  thingt  of  itself.    Boffioient  unto  the  day  is  the  evil  thereof. 


Matt,  6    34 


1.  Why  to-day  cast  down  in  sorrow, 
Burthenod  with  prospective  grief, 

Lest  the  trials  of  to-morrow 
Should  not  find  a  full  relief? 


II  Y  HNS.  99 

Chide  each  dark  anticipation  : 

Present  ills  may  now  suffice  : 
These,  beheld  with  resignation. 

Prove  but  "  mercies  in  disguise." 

2.  Joys  and  sorrows  ever  fleeting 

Like  the  vision  of  a  day. 
Oft  their  visits  are  repeating 

As  the  years  of  life  decay  : 
Fix  thy  heart  on  things  eternal. 

Far  above  terrestrial  care  ; 
Scenes  of  bliss  for  ever  vernal. 

Xow  await  thy  entrance  there. 

J  09.  In  Sickness. 

1.  0  Jesus,  my  Lord  and  my  God. 

Jehovah,  almighty  to  save. 
I  faint  at  the  stroke  of  thy  rod. 

'Mid  darkness,  despair,  and  the  grave  : 
One  touch  from  thy  mercy  can  heal. 

One  look  from  thine  eye  can  relieve. 
One  whisper  thy  love  can  reveal. 

And  bid  me  thy  favor  receive. 

2.  I  own  thy  chastisement  is  just. 

Xor  utter  one  murmuring  word  ; 
And  should  I  descend  to  the  dust. 

Still  righteousness  dwells  with  the  Lord . 
My  folly  and  sin  I  deplore. 

The  guilt  of  my  soul  I  confess  : 
The  law  that  condemns  I  adore. 

Yet  plead  for  thy  pardoning  grace. 


100  HYMNS. 


HO,  J  Refuge  in  tlie  Atone  me  lit. 

1.  0  Jesus  divine. 

My  Lord  and  my  God, 
My  all  I  resign, 

'Tis  purchased  by  blood  : 
Thy  law,  sin  reproving, 

Brings  death  to  the  soul ; 
But  mercy,  self-moving. 

Can  bid  me  be  whole. 

2.  To  thee  will  I  look, 

To  thee  will  I  cry ; 
0  lead  to  the  ::  Bock 

That's  higher  than  I  :" 
Thy  love  interceding, 

Shall  pardon  secure  : 
For,  while  thou  art  pleading, 

Salvation  is  sure. 

HI.]  Abba  Father. 

For  ye  have  not  received  the  spirit  of  bondage  again  to  tear;  but  ye  ban 
I  tlie  Spirit  of  adoption,  whereby  we  cry,  Abba,  Father, — Rom.  8:  15. 

1.  0  if  we  speak  that  tender  name, 

With  hallowed,  filial  fear. 
May  we  indulge  the  humble  claim 

That  thou  wilt  deign  to  hear? 
To  own  us  as  the  sons  of  God, 
The  purchase  of  atoning  blood? 

2.  Art  thou  a  Father?  can  thy  love 

So  greatly  condescend  ' 


HYMNS.  101 

Stoop  from  the  highest  heav'ns  above. 

And  o'er  such  weakness  bend  ? 
0  what  affection,  deep  and  high, 
To  worms  that  on  thy  footstool  lie ! 

Art  thou  a  Father  ?    Is  the  arm 

Of  tender  mercy  thine  ? 
To  save  from  danger  and  alarm, 

From  darkness  and  from  sin  ? 
Our  follies  wilt  thou  still  forgive. 
And  bid  us  to  thy  glory  live  ? 

Art  thou  a  Father  ever  near : 

May  we  thy  presence  feel  ? 
Wilt  thou  regard  each  sigh  and  tear. 

And  every  sorrow  heal  ? 
And  wilt  thou  listen  to  our  voice, 
And  bid  us  in  thy  name  rejoice  ? 

Art  thou  a  Father  ?    Doth  thy  hand 

Apply  the  chastening  rod  ? 
Afflictions  sent  by  thy  command, 

Are  blessings  from  our  God : 
Tender  and  faithful  are  thy  ways, 
The  rod  shall  blossom  to  thy  praise. 

Art  thou  a  Father  ?    Who  can  tell 

The  treasures  of  thy  grace  ! 
Who  but  thine  only  Son  reveal 

The  brightness  of  thy  face  ! 
Oh;  for  his  sake,  and  his  alone, 
Canst  thou  such  worthless  children  own  ! 


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If2.]  Peace  In  Death. 

Lord,  now  lctte>r  thou  thy  servant  depart  in  pence,  according  to  thy  word  : 
for  mine  eyes  have  seen  thy  salvation. — Lulu  2  :  29,  30. 

1.  0  let  me  now  depart, 

For  I  have  seen  the  Lord ; 
And  joy  to  this  afflicted  heart 

Again  has  been  restor'd  : 
0  let  me  now  depart  in  peace, 
To  mansions  of  eternal  bliss. 

2.  Ye  dearest  friends,  farewell, 

My  soul  will  soon  be  free  ; 
Above  in  heav'n  I  long  to  dwell, 

Ye  need  not  weep  for  me  : 
0  let  me  now  depart,  vfce. 

3.  The  shades  of  death  appear, 

My  eyelids  soon  will  close, 
But  Christ  my  gracious  Lord  is  near, 

In  him  will  I  repose : 
0  let  me  now  depart,  &o. 

4.  0  Jesus,  quickly  conic. 

Why  should  L  longer  stay? 
To  distant  realms  beyond  the  tomb, 

My  soul  would  haste  away  : 
0  let  me  now  depart,  &c. 

5.  The  struggle  soon  is  o'er, 

A  few  more  lica\  ing  sighs. 
The  ransom'd  spirit  then  will  soar 

To  worlds  beyond  the  skies  : 


HYMNS.  103 

0  let  me  now  depart  in  peace. 
To  mansions  of  eternal  bliss. 

113,]  Return  to  the  Fold. 

Tell  me,  O  Thou  whom  my  soul  loveth.  where  thou  feedest,  where  thou 
makest  thy  flock  to  re>t  at  noon  :   for  why  should  I  be  as  one  that  turneth  a-iJe 
by  the  flocks  of  thy  companions  ?     If  thou  know  not.  O  thou  fairest  among 
women,  go  thy  way  forth  by  the  lb  itsteps  of  the  rljck.  and  feed  thy  ki : 
the  shepherds'  tents. —  Sol.  £  - 

1.  0  tell  me.  thou  life  and  delight  of  my  soul. 

Where  the  flock  of  thy  pasture  are  feeding : 
I  seek  thy  protection.  I  need  thy  control. 
I  would  go  where  my  Shepherd  is  leading 

2.  0  tell  me  the  place  where  thy  flock  are  at  rest. 

Where  the  noontide  will  find  them  reposing : 
The  tempest  now  rages,  my  soul  is  distressed. 
And  the  pathway  of  peace  I  am  losing. 

3.  And  why  should  I  stray  with  the  flocks  of  thy  foes, 

In  the  desert  where  lawless  they're  roying : 
Where  hunger  and  thirst,  where  contentions  and 
woes. 
And  fierce  conflicts  their  ruin  are  proying  '!- 

4.  Ah.  when  shall  my  woes  and  my  wandering  cease. 

And  the  follies  that  fill  me  with  weeping  ? 
0  Shepherd  of  Israel,  restore  me  that  peace 
Thou  hast  giy'n  to  the  flock  thou  art  keeping  ! 

5.  A  yoice  from  the  Shepherd  now  bids  me  return. 

By  the  way  where  the  foot-prints  are  lying  : 
No  longer  to  wander,  no  longer  to  mourn. 
And  homeward  my  spirit  is  flying. 


104  HYMNS. 


H4#]  Gentle  Chastisement. 

1.  Oft  in  a  bright  and  joyous  hour 

Thy  chast'ning  hand  I  view, 
With  gentle,  mild,  restraining  power, 

My  spirit  to  subdue  ; 
Lest  my  affections  far  should  roam, 
Forgetful  of  my  heav'nly  home. 

2.  'Tis  mercy,  'tis  compassion  all, 

It  is  a  Father's  care ; 
It  is  the  gentle  Shepherd's  call, 

From  many  a  hurtful  snare  : 
It  is  the  Spirit's  heav'nly  voice ; 
I  hear  and  tremble,  yet  rejoice. 


£15  1  Return  from  Wanderings. 

1.  0  Shepherd  of  Israel  divine! 

Far,  far  from  thy  fold  I  have  strayed : 
What  hand  can  restore  me  but  thine, 

Thus  wounded,  cast  down,  and  dismay'd ! 
My  soul  would  look  upward  to  thee, 

Though  prostrate,  I'll  cry  from  the  dust ; 
No  other  salvation  I  see, 

In  no  other  name  will  I  trust. 

2.  Thou,  Lord,  art  my  helmet  and  shield. 

Henceforth  in  thine  arm  I'll  eoniide  ; 
Those  weapons  alone  I  will  wield. 
That  wisdom  and  mercy  provide : 


HYMNS.  i05 

Salvation  belongs  to  the  Lord. 

Deliv;rance  must  come  from  his  hand  : 
0  who  would  not  trust  in  his  word. 

Acknowledge  his  right  to  command  ! 

3.   0  Shepherd  of  Israel  divine. 

Thy  life-giving  presence  I  feel : 
Let  the  light  of  thy  countenance  shine. 

Thine  arm  now  in  mercy  reveal : 
For  strength  and  delrrrance  I  wait, 

On  thee  in  my  trouble  I  call ; 
My  sin  and  my  folly  I  hate, 

L^phold  me.  dear  Lord,  or  I  fall. 

HO.]  Self-Dedication  of  a  Child. 

1.  0  Jesus,  delight  of  my  soul, 

My  Saviour,  my  Shepherd  divine, 
I  yield  to  thy  blessed  control ; 

My  body  and  spirit  are  thine : 
Thy  love,  though  I  nothing  deserve. 

Still  bids  me  be  happy  in  thee : 
My  God  and  my  King  I  will  serve, 

Whose  favor  is  heaven  to  me. 

2.  How  can  I  thy  goodness  repay, 

By  nature  so  weak  and  defiled  ? 
Myself  I  have  given  away. 

0  call  me  thy  own  little  child ; 
And  art  thou  my  Father  above  % 

Will  Jesus  abide  in  my  heart  ? 
0  bind  me  so  fast  with  thy  love, 

That  I  never  from  thee  shall  depart. 

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1 06  HYMNS. 


117.]  Songs  in  the  IViglit. 

1.  Songs  of  joy  Jehovah  giveth 

In  the  night  of  sorrows  drear, 
To  the  pilgrim  who  believeth, 

Meekly  bowed  in  filial  fear  ; 
While  the  heart  is  inly  mourning, 

Still  the  heav'n-directed  eye        . 
Straight  beholds  sweet  bliss  returning, 

From  the  treasures  of  the  sky. 

2.  Songs  of  joy  Jehovah  giveth 

In  the  night  of  toil  and  pain, 
When  the  eye  of  faith  perceiveth 

All  that  toil  is  heav'nly  gain : 
Then  the  burden  groweth  lighter, 

And  the  anguish  will  remove  ; 
AVhile  the  thoughts  of  heav'n  are  brighter, 

And  the  heart  is  filled  with  love. 

3.  Songs  of  joy  Jehovah  giveth 

When  temptation's  night  appears  ; 
lie  that  in  the  conflict  liveth 

Still  the  precious  promise  hears — 
"Though  the  tempter  oft  may  grieve  thee 

In  a  dark  and  trying  hour, 
(J  race  Divine  shall  never  leave  thee, 

Heav'n  shall  all  thy  peace  restore  !" 

4.  Songs  of  joy  Jehovah  giveth 

When  the  night  of  death  has  come ; 


HYMNS.  107 

When  the  hand  that  ne'er  reprieveth, 

Leads  the  pilgrim  to  the  tomb  : 
Angels  then  are  horring  o'er  him. 

And  the  soul  within  hath  peace  : 
Heav'n  is  op'ning  wide  before  him, 

And  its  joys  will  never  cease. 


118.1  Tne  Mount  of  Privilege. 

1.  My  soul  upon  the  mount  would  stand. 
Once  more  to  view  the  promised  land. 

The  land  of  thy  abode  : 
"Where  trees  with  fruit  immortal  grow. 
And  rivers  of  salvation  flow. 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God. 

2.  0  that  my  soul  were  filled  with  thee, 
With  visions  of  thy  majesty 

And  condescending  love  : 
Then  would  my  cheerful  spirit.  Lord, 
Be  ready  at  thy  heav'nly  word 

To  take  its  flight  above. 


119.1  Strength  from  God. 

The  Lord  is  ray  strength  and  song,  and  is  become  my  salvation. 

Psalm  118:  14. 

1.   The  Lord  is  my  strength  and  my  song, 
The  Lord  is  my  life  and  my  light. 
His  praises  shall  dwell  on  my  tongue. 

Though  whelmed  in  the  darkness  of  night  : 


108  HYMNS. 

Temptations  and  trials  must  come, 
Chastisements,  afflictions  severe  ; 

Yet  these  shall  but  hasten  me  home, 
Where  I  shall  in  glory  appear. 

2.  My  spirit  is  burdened  with  grief, 

And  fainting  with  sorrow  and  care  ; 
To  Jesus  I'll  fly  for  relief, 

And  seek  for  deliverance  there : 
How  tender  and  gracious  thou  art, 

My  Saviour,  my  Shepherd,  my  Friend  : 
Still  rule  in  this  desolate  heart, 

Preserve  me  through  grace  to  the  end. 

3.  Yes,  thou  art  my  strength  and  my  song, 

The  Guide  of  my  pilgrimage  here, 
And  though  tribulation  be  strong, 

Thy  love  can  preserve  me  from  fear : 
Still,  still  let  me  lean  on  thy  breast, 

And  pour  out  my  sorrows  to  thee ; 
For  there  shall  my  spirit  find  rest, 

Thy  presence  is  heaven  to  me. 

l*iO.]  Self-Consecration. 

1.  Yes,  I  will  be  for  ever  thine, 

Bought  with  the  price  of  blood ; 
My  feeble  powers  shall  all  combine 
To  serve  the  living  God. 

2.  I  consecrate  my  all  to  thee, 

Here  at  the  mercy -seat  : 
Poor  as  the  offering  may  be, 
I  lay  it  at  thy  feet. 


HYMNS.  109 

3.  Accept  the  tribute  of  my  bands. 
The  homage  of  my  heart ; 
Still  would  I  walk  in  thy  commands. 
Nor  from  thy  ways  depart. 

121,]  At  tlie  Feet  of  Jesus. 

1.  While  here  I  sit 
At  Jesus'  feet. 

Amid  this  vale  of  tears, 

I'll  trust  his  grace. 

Repeat  his  praise. 
And  banish  doubts  and  fears. 

2.  And  can  it  be 
That  I  shall  see 

My  Saviour  face  to  face: 

For  ever  prove 

His  boundless  love. 
And  endless  anthems  raise  ! 

3.  The  thought  shall  still 
My  musings  fill. 

"While  here  by  cares  oppressed : 

The  blessed  hope 

Shall  lift  me  up. 
The  hope  of  endless  rest. 

4.  When  God  appears. 
To  wipe  the  tears 

From  every  pilgrim's  eye, 

What  tongue  can  tell 

The  joys  they'll  feel 
Throughout  eternity  ! 
10* 


110  HYMNS. 

122,]  In  Sadness. 

1.  Summer's  mildest  breeze  is  blowing 

Through  the  meadow  and  the  grove. 
And  her  purest  fragrance  flowing, 

To  inspire  the  heart  with  love : 
All  creation  wakes  to  gladness, 

Bids  us  in  her  music  share  : 
But  this  heart  is  fill'd  with  sadness. 

And  disturb'd  by  anxious  care. 

2.  Why,  my  soul,  this  sad  emotion  ? 

Why  this  self-tormenting  pain  % 
Light  the  fires  of  pure  devotion, 

And  thy  wonted  peace  regain  : 
If  thy  wand'rings  are  forgiven, 

Be  not  anxious  for  the  rest ; 
Leave  thy  cause  alone  with  Heaven. 

And  in  Christ  be  ever  blest. 

123.]  Joy  In  God. 

1.  Rejoice  in  the  Lord, 
Believe  in  his  word, 

Confide  in  his  mercy  and  grace  ; 

His  throne  shall  endure, 

His  promise  is  sure, 
In  him  shall  the  righteous  have  peace 

2.  Thrice  happy  arc  they 
Who  his  precepts  obey, 

Who  delight  in  the  law  of  their  God : 
Their  joys  shall  increase, 


H  Y  M  M  S .  Ill 

And  their  trials  shall  cease. 
As  they  enter  the  heav'nly  abode. 

3.  What  scenes  will  arise 

As  they  pass  through  the  skies  : 
What  raptures  their  bosoms  will  fill. 

As  their  harps  they  employ 

In  the  fulness  of  joy. 
On  the  height  of  some  heavenly  hill ! 

4.  Rejoice  in  the  Lord. 
Believe  in  his  word. 

Confide  in  his  mercy  and  grace  : 

His  throne  shall  endure. 

His  promise  is  sure. 
In  him  shall  the  righteous  have  peace. 


£24/  A  Favored  Land. 

1.  Children  of  a  free-born  race. 
Happy  in  your  dwelling-place. 
As  your  blessings  ye  retrace. 

Think  from  whence  they  flow : 
Think  of  that  Creative  Hand. 
Author  of  the  sea  and  land. 
By  whose  power  the  nations  stand. 

In  their  weal  or  woe. 

2.  Where's  a  land  of  milder  skies  ? 
Where  do  nobler  mountains  rise  1 
Where  do  nature's  rich  supplies 

Such  delight  convey  ?- 


i  1 2  HYMNS. 

Where  such  beauteous  lakes  and  streams, 
Fields  and  forests,  moonlight  beams, 
Morning  rajs,  or  sunset  gleams, 
As  our  realms  display  ? 

3.  Here  are  freedom,  health,  and  peace, 
Here  oppression's  surges  cease. 
Streams  of  knowledge  here  increase, 

Deep'ning  far  and  wide  : 
Science  here  her  tribute  pours, 
Industry  collects  her  stores, 
Wealth  flows  in  from  foreign  shores, 

Like  a  swelling  tide. 

4.  Here  religion  undefiled, 

With  an  influence  pure  and  mild, 
Reaches  to  the  humblest  child, 

E'en  from  door  to  door : 
Let  us  then  our  offerings  bring. 
Thanks  unto  the  heav'nly  King, 
From  the  heart  his  praises  sing, 

Now  and  evermore. 

|25,]  An  Infant  Strange*. 

L  Gentle  stranger,  fearless  come 
To  our  quiet,  happy  home  ; 
Bud  of  being,  beauty's  flowr. 
Sprung  to  birth  this  smiling  hour, 
While  upon  thy  form  we  gaze, 
Grateful  thoughts  to  lleav'n  we  raise. 

2.  Nothing  yet  thine  eyes  can  see 
Of  the  world's  din*  mystery  : 


H  Y  M  N  3.  113 

Of  the  tumult  and  the  strife 
That  embitter  human  life  : 
But  thy  Maker's  eye  can  view 
Present  scenes  and  future  too. 

3.  Saviour,  from  thy  heav'nly  throne. 
Smile  upon  this  little  one : 
Let  thy  Spirit  be  its  guide. 
Let  its  wants  be  well  supplied  : 
Cleanse  it  by  thy  precious  blood. 
Fit  it  for  thy  high  abode. 

126.  Seeking  Blessings  for  Children. 

1.  Lord  of  mercy,  hear  our  prayer 

For  the  children  thou  hast  giv:n  : 
Let  them  all  thy  blessings  share. 
Grace  on  earth,  and  bliss  in  heav'n. 

2.  In  the  morning  of  their  days. 

May  their  hearts  be  drawn  to  thee : 
Let  them  learn  to  lisp  thy  praise 
In  their  early  infancy. 

3.  Cleanse  their  souls  from  every  stain. 

Through  the  Saviour's  precious  blood ; 
Let  them  all  be  born  again. 
And  be  reconciled  to  God. 

4.  For  this  mercy.  Lord,  we  cry. 

Bend  thy  ever  gracious  ear  : 
Still  our  souls  on  thee  rely  : 

Hear  our  prayer,  in  mercy  hear. 


114  HYMNS. 


J2>7r]  Blessings  upon  Children. 

1.  Thou  God  of  sovereign  grace. 

In  mercy  now  appear  : 
We  long  to  see  thy  smiling  face, 
And  feel  that  thou  art  near. 

2.  Receive  these  lambs  to-day. 

Thou  Shepherd  of  the  flock ; 
And  wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away, 
Beneath  the  smitten  Rock. 

3.  Thy  saving  health  impart, 

Thou  Comforter  divine ; 
0  make  these  children  pure  in  heart, 
Make  them  entirely  thine. 

4.  To-day  in  love  descend, 

Draw  near  this  precious  hour ; 
In  mercy,  Lord,  their  spirits  bend, 
By  thy  constraining  power. 

5.  Now  bending  at  thy  feet, 

Our  offspring  we  resign  ; 
Thy  arm  is  strong,  tliy  love  is  great, 
And  thou  art  all  Divine. 


12**.]  A  Happy  Family. 

1.  What  Bight  on  earth  more  blissful 
Than  fchat  domestic  scene, 

Where  union  pure  and  peaceful. 
As  sunlit  clouds  at  e'en, 


H  Y  M  X  S  .  115 

Each  kindred  heart  enlightens 
With  many  a  heaVn-bom  ray. 

Which  ever  shines  and  brightens 
Unto  the  perfect  day. 

2.  There  discord  is  a  stranger. 

There  strife  can  never  come, 
And  many  a  snare  and  danger 

Are  exiled  from  that  home  : 
While  indolence  and  folly 

Are  banished,  with  their  train. 
And  converse,  pure  and  holy. 

Exerts  her  gentle  reign. 

3.  And  there,  how  sweet  and  precious 

The  grateful  song  to  raise 
To  Him  so  kind  and  gracious 

Who  claims  the  highest  praise  : 
With  glad,  harmonious  voices, 

Parents  and  children  join  : 
While  every  heart  rejoices 

In  blessings  so  divine. 

4.  In  such  a  habitation 

May  we  be  ever  found, 
Where  waters  of  salvation 

In  healing  streams  abound 
Affection's  voice  to  chide  us, 

Whene'er  we  go  astray. 
And  Mercy's  hand  to  guide  us 

Along  the  narrow  way. 


116  HYMNS. 


129.]  "Son  of  thine  Handmaid." 

O  Lord,  truly  I  am  thy  servant ;  I  am  thy  servant,  and  the  son  of  thy 
handmaid  :  thou  hast  loosed  my  bonds. — Psalm  116  :  16 

1.  Yes,  I  am  thy  servant,  most  bountiful  Lord, 

The  son  of  thine  handmaid  so  dear, 
Who  taught  me  the  precepts  contained  in   thy 
word, 
And  gave  me  to  God  in  he?  prayer : 
That  boundless  compassion    my  soul  would  em- 
brace 
Which  leads  me  a  Saviour  to  see ; 
That  covenant  mercy  and  self-moving  grace 
Which  gave  such  a  parent  to  me. 

2.  The  voice  of  my  God  in  her  accents  I  heard, 

And  trembled  before  the  Most  High ; 
Thy  look  of  forgiveness  and  mercy  appeared. 

Through  tear-drops  that  stood  in  her  eye : 
Thy  precepts  like  dew  from  her  lips  were  distilled. 

Thy  chast'nings  were  giv'n  by  her  hands ; 
Thy  truth  was  declared  and  thy  laws  were  revered, 

When  I  learned  to  obey  her  commands. 

3.  And  when  amid  strangers  I  wandered  afar, 

From  the  home  of  my  childhood  and  youth, 
Her  prayers  and  monitions  still  followed  me  there. 

Proclaiming  thy  goodness  and  truth  : 
Yes,  I  am  thy  servant,  eternally  thine, 

And  thou  art  my  heavenly  King : 
Of  covenant  mercy,  transcendent,  divine, 

My  soul  will  eternally  sing. 


HYMNS.  117 


130*1  Duties  to  Missionaries'  Children. 

1.  In  the  wide  realm  of  pagan  night 

Their  parents  wander  far, 
To  bid  the  heathen  hail  the  bright. 
The  glorious  morning  star. 

2.  To  us  their  children  they  resign 

With  many  a  starting  tear : 

And  shall  we  not  in  love  combine 

To  bid  them  welcome  here  ? 

3.  And  shall  we  not,  with  glowing  zeal. 

Rich  comforts  still  impart 
To  those  who  now.  like  orphans,  feel 
Sad  loneliness  of  heart  ? 

4.  0  let  us  with  parental  love 

Their  every  want  supply, 
And  train  them  for  the  realms  above. 
With  influence  from  on  high. 

5.  'Twere  but  an  act  of  duty  done 

To  those  of  precious  name, 
Who  have,  as  faithful  heralds,  gone 
The  gospel  to  proclaim. 

131*  Adoption  of  Missionaries'  Children* 

1.  Te  children  of  a  favored  band 
Committed  to  our  care, 
Whose  parents  in  a  heathen  land, 
Are  laboring  afar ; 
11 


118  HYMNS. 

Come  to  our  arms  in  filial  love, 
And  at  our  homes  reside  ; 

And  we  will  gladly  seek  to  prove 
What  kindness  can  provide. 

2.  It  were  no  charity  to  give, 

While  feelings  thus  entwine ; 
Nor  base  dependence  to  receive, 

While  hearts  in  love  combine : 
We'll  cherish  you  with  constant  care, 

Embrace  you  as  our  own, 
And  bring  you  in  the  arms  of  prayer 

Before  our  Father's  throne. 


132.1       A  Shepherd's  Care  of  the  Little  Ones* 

1.  Shepherd  of  the  little  flock 

That  have  giv'n  themselves  to  thee, 
Bring  them  to  the  smitten  Bock, 
Let  them  thy  salvation  see. 

2.  Keep  them  from  the  tempter's  power, 

Keep  them  from  presumpt'ous  sin ; 
Save  in  every  trying  hour, 

Cleanse  from  ev'ry  stain  within. 

3.  May  they  grow  in  Christian  love, 

In  humility  and  zeal ; 
May  their  faith  yet  stronger  prove, 
While  they  strive  to  do  thy  will. 

4.  Glory  to  that  wond'rous  grace 

Which  hath  drawn  their  hearts  to  God, 


HYMN  8.  119 

Gained  for  them  a  dwelling-place, 
In  the  heav'nly,  high  abode. 

5.  Fit  them  for  that  holy  rest. 

Claim  them  for  thy  service  here  ; 
Till  among  the  spirits  blest, 
They  in  glory  shall  appear. 

133.]  A  Happy  Clime. 

1.  Happy  the  clime,  where  lives  and  reigns 

Th'  enlightened  love  of  liberty  : 
Which  ever  breaks  th'  oppressor's  chains, 
And  bids  th'  exulting  race  be  free. 

2.  Happy  the  clime,  where  virtue  dwells 

With  cheerful  enterprise  and  health : 
Where  science  all  her  love  reveals. 
And  industry  her  mines  of  wealth. 

3.  Happy  the  clime,  where  from  above 

The  rays  of  heav'nly  truth  descend ; 
Where  smiles  of  Providence  approve, 
And  all  their  genial  influence  lend. 

4.  Such  happiness  we  now  enjoy; 

'Tis  from  the  hand  of  God  alone  : 
Let  gratitude  our  hearts  employ, 

With  songs  of  praise  before  his  throne. 

134.]  Sowing  in  Hope. 

He  that  goeth  forth  and  weepeth,  bearing  precious  seed,  shall  doubtless 
come  again  with  rejoicing,  bringing  his  sheaves  with  him. — Psalm  126  :  6 

1.  He  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping, 
Bearing  precious  seed  in  love, 


120  HYMNS. 

Never  tiring,  never  sleeping, 
Findeth  mercy  from  above : 

Soft  descend  the  dews  of  heaven. 
Bright  the  rays  celestial  shine ; 

Precious  fruits  will  thus  be  given. 
Through  an  influence  all  divine. 

2.  Sow  thy  seed,  be  never  weary, 

Let  no  fears  thy  soul  annoy  ; 
Be  the  prospect  ne'er  so  dreary, 

Thou  shalt  reap  the  fruits  of  joy : 
Lo,  the  scene  of  verdure  bright'ning  I 

See  the  rising  grain  appear ; 
Look  again  !  the  fields  are  whit'ning, 

For  the  harvest  time  is  near. 


135.]  "  Peace,  be  Still." 

1.  It  is  the  Saviour's  voice  I  hear, 

I  see  his  lovely  form ; 
He  speaks,  the  mariner  to  cheer. 

And  chides  the  raging  storm : 
He  bids  the  foaming  surges  cease, 
And  winds  and  waves  are  hush'd  to  peace 

2.  In  many  a  dark  and  trying  hour 

The  Saviour  thus  appears  ; 
His  word  disarms  the  tempest's  power, 

And  every  bosom  cheers : 
He  gives  the  mandate  "  peace,  be  still ;" 
And  winds  and  waves  obey  his  will. 


H  Y  M  N  S  .  121 

3.  He  is  an  omnipresent  Friend. 

My  soul  on  him  relies : 
His  powerful  word  shall  still  defend 

When  waves  of  trouble  rise  : 
The  accents  of  his  heaVnly  voice 
Shall  bid  my  trembling  heart  rejoice. 

£30.1  Song  of  Mariners. 

1.  When  o'er  the  mighty  deep  we  rode. 

By  winds  and  storms  assail'd, 
We  call'd  upon  the  ocean's  God, 
His  mercy  never  failed. 

2.  The  raging  tempest  heard  his  voice. 

The  winds  obeyed  his  will : 
The  elements  withheld  their  noise. 
And  all  the  floods  were  still. 

3.  With  joy  we  hailed  the  distant  shore. 

And  safe  the  vessel  moor'd : 
With  grateful  hearts  that  happy  hour 
A  song  of  praise  we  pourd. 

4.  While  thus  o'er  surging  waves  we  roam, 

Thy  goodness.  Lord,  we  see  : 
Though  distant  from  our  native  home. 
We  are  not  far  from  thee. 

5.  And  when  the  voyage  of  life  is  past. 

And  we  are  called  to  die. 
0  may  we  see  thy  face  at  last, 
In  bliss  beyond  the  sky. 
11* 


122  HYMNS. 

6.  Then,  as  we  join  the  angel  bands 
Across  the  swelling  wave, 
We'll  shout  thy  praise  with  lifted  hands, 
Jehovah,  strong  to  save  ! 


137.]  Contribution. 

For  all  things  come  of  thee,  and  of  thine  own  have  we  given  thee. 

1  Chron.  29  :  14. 

J.         0  Jesus,  our  King, 

These  offerings  we  bring, 
And  prostrate  ourselves  at  thy  throne : 
We  come  in  thy  name, 
No  merit  we  claim, 
We  bring  thee  but  what  is  thine  own. 

2.  Thine,  Lord,  is  the  whole, 
The  body,  the  soul, 

All,  all  that  we  have  or  desire : 

Our  time  and  our  health, 

Our  influ'nce,  our  wealth, 
Our  affections  that  upward  aspire. 

3.  Yet  wilt  thou  approve 
Such  off'rings  of  love, 

And  when  stewards  thy  treasure  restore, 
They  find  their  reward 
In  the  joy  of  their  Lord ; 

And  what  could  thy  servants  have  more  ! 

4.  Thy  name  we  adore, 
Thy  blessing  implore. 


HYMNS.  123 

0  smile  on  the  trifles  we  bring ; 

Accept  from  our  hands 

What  thy  glory  demands. 
And  thy  praises  aloud  we  will  sing. 

138,]  Parting  with  Friends. 

1.   To  thee,  when  called  awhile  to  part 
"With  friends  or  kindred  dear. 
To  thee,  we  raise  each  drooping  heart. 

And  tell  each  rising  fear  : 
For  thou.  0  God.  art  ever  nigh 
To  hear  thy  servants  when  they  cry. 

•2.   The  Lord  in  mercy  condescends 

To  those  who  seek  his  love  : 
Calls  them  his  children  and  his  friends, 

And  writes  their  names  above : 
His  bending  ear.  his  smiling  face, 
Are  present  at  the  throne  of  grace. 

3.  As  children  of  a  Fathers  care, 

Thy  presence  we  implore  : 
As  friends  of  Jesus,  we  would  share 

That  blessing  evermore : 
'Tis  this  alone  can  cheer  the  soul, 
And  ev'ry  rising  grief  control. 

4.  If  thou  art  with  us  when  we  part 

With  friends,  or  kindred  dear, 
To  fill  with  joy  each  drooping  heart, 

And  banish  every  fear  : 
'Tis  easy  then,  to  bid  adieu. 
For  Jesus  smiles,  and  heav'n  is  true. 


124  HYMNS. 


139,]  New-Year's  Day. 


1.  How  soon  the  last  short  year  will  come  ! 
The  day,  the  hour  that  calls  me  home. 

Is  ever  drawing  nigh  : 
And  am  I  now  prepared  to  go. 
To  bid  adieu  to  all  below 

For  mansions  in  the  sky  ? 

2.  Will  faith  endure  the  trying  hour, 
When  the  last  foe  with  fearful  power 

Is  present  to  the  soul ; 
And  struggling  nature  all  in  vain, 
Will  strive  her  empire  to  regain, 

While  death's  cold  waters  roll  ? 

3.  0  who  can  tell  what  clouds  may  come, 
What  darkness  gather  round  the  tomb, 

To  hide  the  heav'nly  ray  ! 
If  Christ  be  absent  from  the  sight, 
The  shades  of  an  Egyptian  night 

Will  fill  me  with  dismay  ! 

4.  But  if  our  Jesus,  strong  to  save, 

Who  vanquished  death  and  spoiled  the  grave, 

Will  graciously  be  near, 
To  speak  in  comfort  to  my  heart ; 
The  soul  will  then  in  peace  depart, 

And  never  yield  to  fear. 

5.  Let  me,  ivhile  living,  seek  his  face, 
Increase  in  knowledge  and  in  grace, 


H  Y  M  N  S  .  1  25 


"Where'er  my  lot  is  cast  : 
That  by  a  life  of  faith  and  prayer. 
And  true  obedience.  I  may  share 

His  presence  at  the  last. 


f  40.1  Want  of  Ministers. 

1.  Our  lifted  eyes.  0  Lord,  behold 

The  ripening  harvest  ting'd  with  gold : 
Wide  fields  are  op'ning  to  our  view. 
The  work  is  great,  the  laborers  few. 

2.  Lord  of  the  harvest,  bend  thine  ear, 
For  Zion's  heritage  appear  : 

0  send  forth  lab'rers  fill'd  with  zeal. 
Swift  to  obey  their  Master's  will. 

3.  Under  the  guidance  of  thy  hand. 
0  let  our  sons,  in  many  a  band. 
Arise  to  bless  the  dying  race. 
As  heralds  of  redeemiDg  grace. 

4.  Lord  of  the  harvest,  bid  them  rise. 
Trained  by  the  influence  of  the  skies. 
In  wisdom,  knowledge,  grace  to  shine. 
Till  every  kingdom  shall  be  thine. 


141. J  Tne  Missionary's  Call. 

1.  It  is  a  heav'nly  theme  ! 

I  hear  a  voice  divine :  no  idle  dream. 


126  HYMNS. 

Calling  to  duty  and  to  self-denial, 
In  face  of  many  a  stern  and. bitter  trial; 
Reverberating  when  the  day  is  bright, 
Soft  whisp'ring  in  the  gentle  hush  of  night ; 
Chiding  when  earthly  pleasures  round  me  rise, 
Soothing  when  sorrows  fill  my  weeping  eyes, — 
"Go,  preach  the  gospel !  fly  to  ev'ry  land, 
Obey  the  risen  Saviour's  last  command  ! " 

2.  It  comes  with  accent  clear, 
Like  heav'nly  music  to  the  list'ning  ear, 
With  sweetest  emphasis  of  love,  appealing 
To  conscious  duty  and  to  Christian  feeling ; 
Or  comes  with  trembling  accent,  sad  and  low, 
Like  distant  echoes  from  a  world  of  woe, 

Of  millions  perishing  through  lack  of  vision, 
Chiding  my  unbelief  and  indecision — 
"Go,  preach  the  gospel !  fly  to  ev'ry  land, 
Obey  the  risen  Saviour's  last  command ! M 

3.  And  I  must  answer :  true, 
Full  many  an  obstacle  may  rise  in  view ; 
Affection's  voice  may  tempt  me  to  forbear, 
And  softer  labors  to  my  hand  prepare  : 

But,  no — a  bleeding  Saviour's  love  hath  found  me, 
His  everlasting  arms  have  sweetly  bound  me ; 
I'll  gladly  follow  where  he  leads  the  way, 
Nor  think  of  danger  while  I  hear  him  say — 
"Go,  preach  the  gospel  !  fly  to  ev'ry  land, 
Obey  the  risen  Saviour's  last  command  I" 


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142.]  A-  Gospel  Messenger. 

Isaiah  5:2  :  7. 

1.  How  beautiful  in  Zion  upon  the  mountain's  brow. 
The  coming  of  the  messenger  to  cheer  the  plains 

below  : 
Ambassador  with  pardons  from  an  injured  King 

of  kings, 
Glad  tidings  of  salvation  to  a  ruined  race  he 

brings. 

2.  How  beautiful  in  Zion  upon  the  mountain's  brow, 
The  coming  of  the  messenger  to  cheer  the  plains 

below  : 
0  listen  to  the  heav'nly  voice  that  speaks  to  you 

to-day, 
Ye  guilty  and  ye  careless  ones,  now  hearken  and 

obey  ! 

14.3,]  Departure  of  a  Missionary. 

1.  Go,  for  the  Master  calls  thee, 

Shed  not  one  bitter  tear ; 
No  earthly  care  enthralls  thee, 

Nor  hast  thou  aught  to  fear : 
To  him  we  now  commend  thee, 

Who  rules  above  the  skies ; 
His  blessing  will  attend  thee, 

Where'er  thy  pathway  lies. 

2.  Go,  in  the  midst  of  dangers, 

Declare  a  Saviour's  love, 


128  HYMNS. 

Till  distant  heathen  strangers 
His  willing  subjects  prove ; 

Till  many  a  crowd  assembling, 
Shall  hearken  to  thy  voice ; 

Confess  their  guilt  with  trembling. 
And  in  his  name  rejoice. 

3.  Go,  for  the  Master  calls  thee, 

Far  from  thy  native  home ; 
Whatever  there  befalls  thee, 

Whatever  ills  may  come, 
He  is  thy  strong  salvation, 

His  presence  thou  shalt  share ; 
He'll  aid  thy  supplication, 

And  hearken  to  thy  prayer. 


144.] 


A  Voice  from  Heathen  Lands* 


1.  Hark  !  that  voice  among  the  nations, 

Is  it  war  in  deadly  strife  ? 
'Tis  a  brother's  lamentations, 

Calling  for  the  bread  of  life ! 
Mark  ye  not  what  millions  languish, 

Sink  into  a  hopeless  grave  % 
Every  bosom  torn  with  anguish, 

None  to  pity,  none  to  save  % 

2.  From  the  land  with  bounty  flowing, 

Where  the  streams  of  knowledge  rise ; 
Where  the  trees  of  life  are  growing, 
Fill'd  with  fragrance  for  the  skies ; 


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Thence  send  forth  to  every  nation. 

By  the  messengers  of  peace, 
Tidings  of  the  great  salvation. 

Till  the  reign  of  ruin  cease. 

3.  Wait  not  till  that  voice  shall  slumber 

In  the  silence  of  the  tomb  ; 
Wait  not  till  the  grave  shall  number 

Millions  to  a  hopeless  doom: 
Hasten  on  the  heav'nly  mission. 

Answer  to  that  wailing  voice : 
Heav'n  will  smile  on  your  decision. 

List'ning  angels  will  rejoice. 


145,1  A  Missionary  Departing. 

1.  Obedient  to  thy  last  command. 

My  Saviour,  I  will  go 
Far  from  my  native,  happy  land, 

Whose  streams  of  bounty  flow, 
And  carry  to  those  realms  of  night 
The  blessings  of  the  gospel-light. 

2.  Ye  scenes  of  childhood  and  of  youth. 

That  claim  affection's  tear ; 
Ye  bonds  of  friendship  and  of  truth. 

Still  to  my  heart  so  dear : 
To  duty's  call  my  soul  would  bow ; 
Ah,  think  not  to  detain  me  now  ! 

3.  Parental  home,  and  Christian  friends  : 

The  temple  of  the  Lord, 
12 


130  HYMNS. 

Where  oft  the  voice  of  prayer  ascends, 

And  songs  of  praise  are  poured : 
Much  as  ye  make  this  bosom  thrill, 
There  is  a  chord  that's  stronger  still. 

4.  Millions  on  millions  yet  will  die, 

And  perish  in  despair ! 
On  wings  of  mercy  let  me  fly, 

Salvation's  news  to  bear : 
0  Jesus,  Saviour,  speed  my  way  ! 
The  winds  and  waves  thy  voice  obey. 


J40 .]  Charge  to  Missionaries. 

1.  Stand  up,  0  ye  heralds,  your  Master  proclaim, 

And  wide  be  your  banners  unfurl'd  ; 
Declare  to  the  heathen  Immanuel's  name, 

And  speak  to  a  perishing  world : 
See  millions  unnumbered  in  darkness  profound, 

Still  groping  their  desolate  way ; 
Unheard  the  mild  accents  of  mercy's  sweet  sound, 

Unseen  the  bright  glimm'rings  of  day. 

2.  Where  sin  holds  in  triumph  its  desolate  reign 

O'er  the  pathway  to  regions  of  woe, 
Where  nameless  pollutions  still  follow  in  train, 

And  waters  of  bitterness  flow ; 
There  publish  the  news  of  the  crucified  One, 

Who  suffered  that  sinners  might  live ; 
Who,  rising  in  triumph,  ascended  his  throne, 

Salvation  immortal  to  give. 


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3.  Speak,  speak,  that  the  heathen  may  quickly  receive 

The  message  of  heavenly  peace  ; 
0,  speak,  till  the  millions  repent  and  believe, 

And  rejoice  in  th'  abundance  of  grace  ! 
The  heathen  shall  listen,  the  darkness  shall  flee, 

The  glorious  day-star  arise ; 
The  earth  from  its  bondage  of  sin  shall  be  free, 

And  heav'n  shall  descend  from  the  skies. 

14:7.]  Gospel  Banner* 

1.  Now  be  the  gospel  banner 

In  every  land  unfurl' d, 
And  be  the  shout  Hosanna 

Re-echoed  through  the  world  ; 
Till  every  isle  and  nation, 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 

2    What  though  th'  embattled  legions 

Of  earth  and  hell  combine  ? 
His  power,  throughout  their  regions, 

Shall  soon  resplendent  shine  : 
Ride  on,  0  Lord,  victorious, 

Immanuel,  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Thy  triumph  shall  be  glorious, 

Thy  empire  still  increase  ! 

3.  Yes,  thou  shalt  reign  for  ever, 
0  Jesus,  King  of  kings  ! 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favor, 
Each  ransomed  captive  sings : 


132  HYMNS. 

The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 
The  deserts  learn  thy  praise, 

The  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 
The  song  responsive  raise. 

148.]  Palestine  Mission. 

1.  They  have  gone  to  the  land  where  the  patriarchs 

rest, 
Where  the  bones  of  the  prophets  are  laid, 
Where  the  chosen  of  Israel  the  promise  possessed, 

And  Jehovah  his  wonders  displayed  ; 
To  the  land  where  the  Saviour  of  sinners  once 
trod, 
Where  he  labored,  and  languish'd,  and  bled, 
Where  he  triuinph'd  o'er  death  and  ascended  to 
God, 
As  he  captive  captivity  led. 

2.  They  have  gone  to  the  land  where  the  gospel's 

glad  sound, 
Sweetly  tuned  by  the  angels  above, 
Was  re-echo'd  on  earth  through  the  region  around, 

In  accents  of  heavenly  love  : 
Where  the  Spirit  descended  in  tokens  of  flame, 

Rich  gifts  in  his  love  to  reveal ; 
Where   apostles   wrought   signs    in   Immanuel's 
name, 
The  truth  of  their  mission  to  seal. 

3.  They  have  gone  where  the  light  of  salvation  once 

shone, 
To  the  land  where  the  martyrs  once  bled  ; 


HYMNS.  133 

Where  M  the  beast,  the  false  prophet."  hath  quite 
trodden  down 
The  fair  fabric  that  Zion  had  laid : 
Where  the  churches  once  planted,  and  watered, 
and  blest 
With  the  dews  which  the  Spirit  distill'd, 
Have  been  smitten,  despoiled,  and  by  heathen 
possessed, 
And  the  places  that  knew  them  defiled. 

4.  They  have  gone — 0  thou  Shepherd  of  Israel;  have 
gone 
The  glad  mission  in  love  to  restore : 
Thou  wilt  not  forsake  them,  nor  leave  them  alone. 

Thy  blessing  we  humbly  implore  ; 
Thy  presence  go  with  them,  and  be  thou  their 
shield, 
From  the  shafts  of  the  fowler  that  fly : 
0  Saviour  of  sinners  !  thine  arm  be  revealed 
In  mercy,  in  might  from  on  high. 

149,]  Waste  Places. 

1.  Who  can  tell  what  notes  of  sadness 

From  the  hills  and  valleys  rise, 
Where  no  messages  of  gladness 
Echo  from  the  bending  skies  ; 

Where  in  darkness, 
Without  hope  the  sinner  dies  ! 

2.  0  how  desolate  the  dwelling 

Where  our  God  is  not  rever'd  ; 
12* 


134  HYMNS. 

"Where  no  song  of  praise  is  swelling. 
Nor  the  voice  of  prayer  is  heard ; 

Where  religion's 
Cheering  rays  have  disappeared  ! 

3.  Where  the  seeds  of  sin  are  growing, 
And  the  paths  of  folly  lie : 
Where  the  streams  of  death  are  flowing, 
With  destruction  ever  nigh : 

Bid  the  gospel 
Wave  its  peaceful  banners  high. 


150.1  Conversion  of  the  World. 

1.  Father  supreme  of  earth  and  skies, 
In  glory  o'er  the  nations  rise, 

Which  now  in  darkness  lie : 
Send  forth  the  knowledge  of  thy  Son, 
Till  earth  shall  yield  to  him  the  crown, 

And  raise  his  banners  high. 

2.  Hast  thou  not  giv'n  the  heav'nly  word, 
That  all  the  earth  shall  know  the  Lord, 

And  to  his  sceptre  bow  ? 
And  is  not  this  the  favored  hour, 
When  many  a  realm  shall  feel  his  power, 

And  pay  the  solemn  vow  ? 

3.  0  while  the  heralds,  in  thy  name, 
The  Saviour's  bleeding  love  proclaim, 

In  each  far  distant  clime ; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  from  above, 


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On  ev'ry  trembling  heart  to  move. 
In  this  accepted  time. 

4.  We  crave  for  all  the  human  race. 
The  saving  influence  of  thy  grace  : 

Lift  up  thine  arm  of  might. 
Till  all  the  earth  shall  bow  the  knee. 
And  praise  and  glory  give  to  thee. 

With  holy,  pure  delight. 

151.1  Monthly  Concert  of  Prayer. 

1.  God  of  the  nations,  bow  thine  ear. 
And  listen  to  our  fervent  prayer 

Through  thy  beloved  Son : 
Build  up  the  kingdom  of  his  grace 
Amid  the  millions  of  our  race. 

And  make  thy  wonders  known. 

2.  Send  forth  the  heralds  in  his  name. 
Bid  them  a  Saviours  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath : 
Till  distant  lands  shall  hear  the  sound. 
And  send  the  joyful  echoes  round. 

Amid  the  shades  of  death. 

3.  0  let  the  nations  rise,  and  bring 
Thine  offerings  to  th;  Almighty  King, 

And  trust  in  him  alone  : 
Benounce  their  idols,  and  adore 
The  God  of  gods  for  evermore. 

Upon  his  lofty  throne. 


136  HYMNS. 

4.  The  dying  millions  thus  shall  prove 
The  matchless  power  of  bleeding  love, 

And  feel  their  sins  forgiv'n  ; 
Shall  join  the  converts'  joyful  throng, 
And  raise  on  high  redemption's  song, 

Along  the  path  to  heav'n. 


152.]      Dews  of  the  Spirit  upon  the  Heathen* 

1.  0  Spirit  of  Holiness,  breathe 

On  ev'ry  lone  dwelling  afar, 
Surrounded  by  shadows  of  death, 

And  regions  of  guilt  and  despair ; 
0  breathe  on  each  desolate  place 

Where  darkness  and  sorrow  are  found, 
Till  millions  our  Saviour  embrace, 

And  songs  of  deliv'rance  abound. 

2.  0  breathe  on  those  heralds  of  thine, 

Who  speak  in  the  name  of  the  Lord ; 
And  cause  thy  salvation  to  shine 

Wherever  they  publish  thy  word : 
Thou,  thou  art  our  hope  and  our  trust, 

We  look  to  thy  influ'nce  alone 
To  crumble  the  idols  in  dust, 

And  set  up  thy  heav'nly  throne. 

3.  0  let  the  rich  dews  of  thy  love 

Abroad  on  the  nations  distil, 
Till  thousands  the  influence  prove, 
Till  all  shall  submit  to  thy  will : 


HYMNS.  137 

Now  hasten  that  hallowed  hour, 

When  error  and  darkness  shall  flee : 

And  the  honor,  and  glory,  and  power 
Shall  ever  be  given  to  thee. 

153.]  Tlle  Clmrcli  in  the  Desert. 

1.  Zion.  dreary  and  in  anguish. 

In  the  desert  hast  thou  strayed  ? 
0.  thou  weary,  cease  to  languish. 
Jesus  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2.  Still  lamenting  and  bemoaning. 

:Mid  thy  follies  and  thy  woes  ? 
Soon  repenting,  and  returning, 
All  thy  solitude  shall  close. 

3.  Though  benighted  and  forsaken. 

Though  afflicted  and  oppressed, 
His  Almighty  arm  shall  waken, 
Zion:s  King  shall  give  thee  rest. 

4.  Cease  thy  sadness,  unbelieving, 

Soon  his  glory  shalt  thou  see. 
Joy,  and  gladness,  and  thanksgiving, 
And  the  voice  of  melody. 

154.]      "And  the  Isles  shall  wait  for  his  Law," 

Isaiah  42:  4. 

1.  Ye  isles  of  the  ocean,  by  coral  surrounded, 
Embosomed  by  waves  that  unceasingly  roll. 
Too  long  had  ye  lain  by  dumb  idols  confounded, 
No  hope  of  deliv'rance  to  anchor  the  soul : 


138  HYMNS. 

What  deeds  of  unrighteousness  then  had  ye  done, 
What   nameless   pollutions  your  borders   had 
stained ! 
What  depths  of  defilement  your  chieftains  had 
known, 
While    darkness,    and    error,    and    ignorance 
reigned  ! 

2.  The  tempests  were  loud,  and  ye  heard  the  rough 

chidings, 
While  dread  superstition  sat  lonely  and  drear ; 
E'en  then,  on  the  billows  were  borne  the  glad 
tidings, 
The  sound  of  redemption  was  lingering  near : 
The  breezes  were  hush'd,  and  the  vessels  were 
moored  ; 
Yet  ere    the  true  heralds  their  banners   un- 
furled, 
The  gods  of  your  fathers  your  souls  had  abhorred, 
And  the  shrines  of  their  idols  in  flames  had 
been  hurled  ! 

3.  Then  darkness  no  longer  your  borders  enshrouded, 

Then  wild  superstition  was  banished  in  scorn ; 
The  beams  of  salvation  arose  all  unclouded, 

To  smile  in  the  heav'nly  effulgence  of  morn : 
How  pleasing  the  aspect !     How  changed  are  the 
race  ! 

The  God  of  the  Christian  they  loudly  proclaim  ; 
While  thousands  rejoice  in  the  fulness  of  grace, 

And  shout  to  the  praise  of  Immanuel's  name  ! 


HYMNS.  139 

4.  Rejoice.  0  ye  Christians,  exult  in  the  story, 

Till  faith  on  her  pinions  far  higher  shall  soar  : 
Yet,  render  to  God  all  the  praise  and  the  glory ; 

Let  man  in  humility  bow  and  adore : 
Let  the  incense  of  prayer  still  ascend  to  the  skies, 

For  millions  yet  wand'ring  in  error's  dark  way; 
Let  offerings  abound  and  new  heralds  arise, 

Till  the  earth  shall  rejoice  in  the  fulness  of  day. 

155.]         "Watchman,  what  of  the  Night !» 

1st  Voice. 

1.  0  what  are  the  visions  of  night, 

Ye  watchmen  of  Israel  declare ! 
Must  sorrows  bewilder  the  sight. 
And  shadows  of  doubt  and  despair? 

2d  Voice. 

2.  In  clouds  and  thick  darkness  he  dwells, 

As  oft  as  in  brightness  of  day : 
Jehovah  his  purpose  conceals, 
That  faith  may  confide  and  obey. 

1st  Voice. 

3.  What  tidings  have  come  from  afar, 

Of  heathen  returning  to  God  1 
Ye  watchmen,  the  blessings  declare 
Which  gladden  their  dreary  abode. 

2d  Voice. 

4.  Why  seek  ye  for  tidings  of  joy, 

While  millions  are  hast'ning  to  death? 


140  HYMNS. 

Let  these  your  compassion  employ, 
Ere  they  sink  in  the  shadows  beneath. 

Chorus. 
5.  We'll  wrestle  till  faith  shall  prevail, 
Our  off'rings  in  love  shall  abound ; 
The  promises  never  can  fail, 
We'll  seek  till  the  blessing  is  found. 

156,]  Spread  of  the  Gospel* 

1.  0  let  the  joyful  tidings  fill  the  wide  creation, 

Heirs  of  redeeming  mercy,  spread  the  news 
around : 
Jesus,  Immanuel,  shall  rule  o'er  ev'ry  nation, 

Far  as  the  guilty  race  of  man  is  found  : 
Now,  while  the  night  of  ages  fills  the  world  with 

sadness, 
Now,  while  the  prince  of  darkness  rages  in  his 
madness, 
0  Sun  of  Righteousness,  thy  cheering  beams 

display ; 
Dawn  on  the  earth,  and  bring  the  glorious  day. 

2.  Deep  is  the  desolation  of  the  race  benighted, 

Fast  bound  in  ignorance,  o'erwhelm'd  with  guilt 
and  fear, 
Folly  and  superstition  every  hope  have  blighted, 

Save  where  the  rays  of  truth  divine  appear : 
Haste,  haste  ye  messengers,  reveal  the  wondrous 

story, 
Tell  of  the  cross,  and  of  the  coming  tide  of  glory  j 


HYMNS.  141 

0  Sun  of  Righteousness,  thy  cheering  beams 

display : 
Dawn  on  the  earth,  and  bring  the  glorious  day ! 

157,]  Dawn  of  the  Latter-Day  Glory. 

1.  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning  ! 

Joy  to  the  lands  that  in  darkness  have  lain  ! 
Hush'd  be  the  accents  of  sorrow  and  mourning, 
Zion  in  triumph  begins  her  mild  reign ! 

2.  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning, 

Long  by  the  prophets  of  Israel  foretold ; 
Hail  to  the  millions  from  bondage  returning. 
Gentiles  and  Jews  the  blest  vision  behold. 

3.  Lo,  in  the  desert  rich  flowers  are  springing, 

Streams  ever  copious  are  gliding  along. 
Loud  from  the  mountain-top  echoes  are  ringing. 
Wastes  rise  in  verdure  and  mingle  in  song. 

4.  See  from  all  lands — from  the  isles  of  the  ocean. 

Praise  to  Jehovah  ascending  on  high  ! 
Fall:n  are  the  engines  of  war  and  commotion. 
Shouts  of  salvation  are  rending  the  sky, 

158.]  Latter  Day. 

1.  Ye  visions  bright  of  heav'nly  birth, 
Ye  glories  of  the  latter  day, 
Descend  upon  the  fallen  earth 

And  chase  the  shades  of  night  away  ! 
Bid  streams  of  love  and  mercy  flow 
Through  ev'ry  vale  of  human  woe, 
13 


1 42  HYMNS. 

Till  sin,  and  care,  and  sorrow  cease, 
Till  all  the  world  is  hush'd  to  peace. 

2.  How  long  amid  the  dying  race 

Shall  desolation  hold  her  reign  1 
How  long  shall  men  despise  the  grace 

And  love  of  him  who  once  was  slain  ? 
How  long  shall  heathen  bow  the  knee 
To  gods  that  neither  hear  nor  see  % 
Ye  scenes  of  bliss,  so  long  foretold, 
When  will  your  radiant  hues  unfold  ? 

3.  The  gospel  of  the  living  God 

Shall  echo  the  wide  earth  around, 
Till  every  place  of  man's  abode 

Shall  know  the  joy-inspiring  sound : 
Who  shall  that  heav'nly  scene  portray  1 
Who  can  describe  the  glorious  day? 
We  hail  its  glimm'rings  from  afar, 
We  hail  the  bright,  the  Morning  Star  ! 

159.1  "Their  Sound  is  gone  out." 

1.  The  sound  of  salvation  is  echo'd  afar, 

The  breezes  have  borne  the  glad  tidings  abroad, 
The  light  that  is  beaming  from  Bethlehem's  star, 

Is  chasing  the  darkness  from  sorrow's  abode : 
The  wastes  of  the  desert  in  verdure  appear, 
Rich  fields  are  with  fragrance  perfuming  the  air, 
The  mountains  are  sinking,  the  valleys  arise, 
And  earth  is  becoming  the  joy  of  the  skies. 

2.  The  sound  of  salvation  is  echo'd  afar, 

The  heralds  aloud  the  glad  tidings  proclaim, 


HYMNS.  143 

The  sons  of  redemption  awaken  to  prayer. 

And  thousands  rejoice  in  Inimanuel's  name : 
0  tremble,  ye  fugitives,  monsters  of  sin  ! 
Ye  demons  of  darkness,  ye  foul  and  unclean  ! 
Ye  soon  shall  descend  to  your  destin'd  abode, 
And  earth  shall  rejoice  in  the  smiles  of  her  God ! 

The  sound  of  salvation  is  echo'd  afar, 

And  converts  outnumber  the  drops  of  the  morn ; 
Loud  songs  of  rejoicing  are  borne  through  the  air, 
From  regions  long  wasted,  despised  and  forlorn  : 
Now  millions  of  heathen  receive  the  glad  word, 
The  outcasts  of  Israel  return  to  the  Lord  : 
The  earth  and  the  sea  shall  be  cleans'd  from  their 

stain, 
And  Jesus,  triumphant,  begin  his  glad  reign  ! 


160.]  Prospects  of  the  Church. 

1.  Zion  will  soon  in  beauty  rise, 

And  wipe  the  falling  tear ; 
Her  faith,  her  hope,  her  love,  her  joys 

Shall  banish  ev'ry  fear  : 
The  word  of  promise,  firm  and  sure, 
To  countless  ages  shall  endure. 

2.  Zion  will  soon  in  beauty  rise 

To  her  Kedeemer's  praise, 
And  smile  beneath  the  bending  skies 

In  heav'ns  reflected  rays : 
Though  times  grow  dark,  and  tempests  lower, 
He  has  an  arm  of  matchless  power. 


144  HYMNS. 

3.  Zion  will  soon  in  beauty  rise, 

In  pure  effulgence  shine  ; 
A  heav'nly  scene  before  her  lies, 

A  vision  all  divine  : 
Her  King  his  triumph  shall  obtain, 
Begin  on  earth  his  deathless  reign. 

101.]  A  Universal  Song* 

Single  Voice. 

1.  Hark,  that  sweet  and  hallowed  strain, 

On  the  gentle  breezes  borne 
O'er  the  far-extended  plain, 

'Mid  the  brilliant  rays  of  morn ! 

Semi-  Chorus. 

2.  Joyful  numbers  there  are  sung 

With  a  full  harmonious  swell ; 
While  the  aged  and  the  young 
Join  Immanuel's  love  to  tell. 

Single  Voice. 

3.  Hark,  the  echo's  answering  call, 

From  the  craggy  mountain's  side ; 
While  the  rushing  waterfall 

Hoarsely  murmurs  far  and  wide  ! 

Semi-  Chorus. 

4.  Loud  thanksgivings  now  they  sing, 

Praises  to  Jehovah's  name : 
Christ,  as  universal  King, 
All  with  one  accord  proclaim. 


HYMNS.  145 

Chorus. 
5.   O'er  the  mountains,  hills,  and  dales. 
Through  the  forests  and  the  plains, 
One  united  song  prevails  : 

Christ,  the  Lord,  for  ever  reigns. 

\ 62.]  In  Sickness. 

1.  In  hours  of  sickness  and  of  grief 

I  raise  my  thoughts  on  high  : 
What  other  power  can  bring  relief, 

If  Heav'n  its  aid  deny  ! 
Physician  of  my  fainting  soul, 
0  speak  the  word,  and  make  me  whole ! 

2.  Upward,  in  haste,  to  thy  abode 

I  raise  my  earnest  cry  ; 
If  now  deserted  by  my  God, 

I  know  that  I  must  die : 
0  leave  me  not  while  helpers  fail, 
Thine  arm  of  might  can  yet  prevail. 

3.  But  while  I  supplicate  thy  throne, 

I  wait  thy  high  behest ; 
And  trembling  say,  -  thy  will  be  done  ;" 

Thou  knowest  what  is  best : 
Living  or  dying,  I  would  be 
Thine,  Lord,  through  all  eternity. 

163.]  In  Sickness. 

1.  Before  thy  footstool  kneeling, 
0  Lord,  to  thee  we  cry, 
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146  HYMNS. 

While  for  thy  gift  of  healing, 
We  raise  our  voice  on  high : 

Diseases  and  afflictions 
Thy  ready  servants  are, 

To  chide  our  derelictions, 
And  quicken  us  in  prayer. 

2.  We  own  our  guilt  and  folly, 

But  thou  canst  still  forgive ; 
And  thou,  most  high  and  holy, 

Canst  bid  the  sick  revive  : 
Though  now  cast  down  in  sorrow, 

In  darkness  and  distress  5 
Joy  may  return  to-morrow, 

Through  thy  restoring  grace. 

3.  As  suppliants  now  before  thee 

Beside  affliction's  bed, 
Blest  Saviour,  we  adore  thee, 

And  trembling,  ask  thine  aid : 
Before  thy  footstool  kneeling, 

0  Saviour,  hear  our  cry  ! 
Send  down  thy  gift  of  healing, 

And  bring  deliv'rance  nigh ! 


164,]  In  Extreme  Sickness* 

1.  How  frail  are  these  bodies  of  clay, 
How  soon  all  their  vigor  is  lost ! 
They  flourish  in  beauty  to-day, 
To-morrow  they  mingle  with  dust. 


HYMNS.  147 

2.  So  flow'rs  in  the  morning  may  rise. 

Unfolding  their  leaves  to  the  sun  : 
While  the  breath  of  each  zephyr  that  sighs 
May  blast  them,  and  then  they  are  gone. 

3.  Afflictions  spring  not  from  the  ground. 

Diseases  their  Master  obey  : 
And  sorrows,  and  dangers  abound, 
To  chide  us  while  wand'ring  astray. 

4.  We  lie  at  thy  sovereign  control, 

0  Lord,  in  this  hour  of  distress  ; 
Physician  of  body  and  soul, 

Send  down  thy  recovering  grace  ! 

5.  Oh  speak  !  and  the  sick  one  shall  live  . 

For  thou  art  almighty  to  save  : 
At  thy  voice,  e'en  the  dead  shall  revive, 
And  triumph,  at  last,  o'er  the  grave. 

165.]  Cliastenings. 

1.  Sorrow's  chast'ning  hand  is  here, 

Guided  by  paternal  love  : 
But  my  heart,  with  filial  fear, 

Looks  for  comfort  from  above : 
O  how  gentle  is  that  hand. 

Tender,  faithful  to  its  trust ! 
Well  my  soul  can  understand 

God  is  merciful  as  just. 

2.  Not  in  anger  he  reproves 

His  afflicted,  weeping  sons  ; 


1 48  HYMNS. 

But  he  chastens  whom  he  loves, 
To  refine  his  chosen  ones  : 

His  own  image  they  shall  bear, 
Bright'ning  as  the  furnace  glows ; 

All  the  dross  shall  disappear, 
Ere  the  Finer's  work  shall  close. 

3.  Ye,  who  feel  affliction's  rod 

In  a  world  of  sin  and  care, 
Hasten  to  a  faithful  God ; 

He  will  hearken  to  your  prayer : 
Penitent,  confess  your  sin, 

Humbly  at  his  footstool  kneel, 
Till  he  cleanse  the  heart  within, 

Till  his  touch  thy  spirit  heal. 

4.  Earth  is  not  our  final  home ; 

Here,  by  tempests  we  are  driv'n, 
Till  we  reach  the  peaceful  tomb, 

Till  we  tread  the  verge  of  heav'n : 
Then  the  trials  we  have  known 

Shall  the  notes  of  praise  employ ; 
And  the  seeds  in  sorrow  sown, 

Bear  the  fruits  of  endless  joy. 


J6«.] 


In  Tribulation. 

1.  Why  should  thy  bosom  languish, 
Thy  heart  be  filled  with  anguish 

Amid  the  Christian  race  ? 
Hath  not  the  God  of  heaven 
Thy  many  sins  forgiven, 

Through  his  abounding  grace? 


H  Y  If  N  S  ,  1  49 

"2.  He  never  can  deceive  thee, 
He  surely  will  not  leave  thee. 

Make  him  thy  only  trust 
His  arm  is  all  victorious, 
And  he  is  wise  as  glorious. 

And  merciful  as  just 

3.  The  darkest  dispensation. 
The  strongest  tribulation, 

Will  soon  be  overpast : 
The  light  of  heaven  dawning, 
The  full  celestial  morning, 

Will  bring  thee  joy  at  last 

4.  Till  then  be  faith  undaunted. 
And  holy  love  implanted 

Within  thy  trembling  breast : 
Their  influence  will  sustain  thee. 
Though  sore  affliction's  pain  thee. 

Till  thou  art  gone  to  rest, 

167,]  In   Sorrow. 

1.  Gently,  0  our  Saviour,  lead  us, 

Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears. 
Through  the  trials  yet  decreed  us. 
Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 

2.  When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us. 
Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 


150  HYMNS. 

3.  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near? 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 
Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 

4.  And  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  in  thine  arms  to  rest? 
Till,  by  angel  hands  attended, 
We  awake  among  the  blest. 

1  f,  -  In  Affliction. 

1.  I  hear  a  voice  divine 

Amid  the  darkened  sky, 
It  bids  the  soul  her  all  resign, 

And  in  subjection  lie 
Before  the  throne  of  sovereign  grace, 
Her  only  sure  abiding  place. 

2.  It  bids  her  in  the  hour 

Of  anguish  and  of  fear, 
Repose  upon  the  Arm  of  power, 

The  Helper,  ever  near  : 
To  suffer  and  to  do  his  will, 
Though  trembling,  to  adore  him  still 

3.  "What  sorrow,  pain  or  care, 

What  misery  or  loss 
Can  with  the  Saviour's  woe  compare, 

Who  hung  upon  the  cross  ! 
For  me,  for  sinners  all,  he  bled, 
And  trode  the  mansions  of  the  dead. 


HYMNS.  151 

3.  And  shall  a  worm  complain 

That  feels  the  chastning  rod. 
"When  Jesus  bore  such  grief  and  pain — 

The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  : 
That  we  so  sinful  and  defiled. 
Might  e'en  to  Heav'n  be  reconciled  ? 

4.  0  then,  my  heart,  be  still. 

Let  every  murmur  cease  ; 
It  is  thy  heav'Diy  Fathers  will. 

Be  hush'd,  be  hushed  to  peace  . 
In  all  his  ways  the  Lord  is  good. 
He  takes  but  what  his  hand  bestowed. 

£69,1  In  Deep  Affliction. 

1.  Quiet.  Lord,  my  aching  heart. 

Forgive  my  unbelief: 
Let  me  not  from  thee  depart 

Through  bitterness  of  grief: 
When  my  earthly  comforts  die, 

When  my  hopes  no  longer  glow. 
If  to  thee  I  cannot  fly. 

Ah,  whither  shall  I  go  ! 

2.  All  beneath  the  heav'ns  will  fade. 

And  earthly  scenes  will  fail : 
Sorrows  will  the  heart  invade, 

While  in  this  lonely  vale  : 
Joys  are  like  the  fading  flower, 

Comforts  like  the  morning  dew. 
Pleasures  vanish  in  an  hour, 

And  hopes  will  prove  untrue. 


152-  HTMNS, 

3.  Show  me,  then,  the  path  of  peace . 

Let  darkness  disappear  ; 
Bid  the  inward  conflict  cease. 

And  quell  each  rising  fear: 
Nothing  but  thy  gracious  smile 

Can  my  trembling  spirit  heal  j 
This  shall  all  my  pains  beguile, 

And  heavenly  joys  reveaL 

110.]  Tlle  "Widow's  God. 

L  The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

Who  cry  to  Heav'n  in  their  distress- 
Shall  find  a  hand  for  ever  near, 
To  wipe  away  each,  sorrowing  tear. 

2.  Rich  promises  are  kindly  giy'n, 
To  humble  souls  by  sorrow  riv'n ; 
Our  God  upholds  them  by  his  care, 
And  hearkens  to  their  tender  prayer 

3.  "  0  let  thy  widows  trust  in  me, 
Thy  fatherless  no  want  shall  see ; 
For  none  who  ever  trust  in  God 
Shall  find  a  desolate  abode." 

4.  Here  to  the  stricken  ones,  0  Lord, 
Thy  consolations  now  afford ; 

Be  thou  their  husband,  parent,  friend? 
Till  all  life's  pilgrimage  shall  end 


HYMNS.  153 

171.]  In  Deep  Affliction. 

1.  0  bid  the  waves  of  sorrow  cease. 

The  tempest  now  control  ! 
Thy  word  can  bring  me  life  and  peace. 
And  heal  my  wounded  soul. 

2.  Thy  gentle  voice  can  soothe  my  woes. 

And  fill  my  heart  with  love  : 

Can  bid  my  weary  frame  repose. 

And  fix  my  thoughts  above. 

3.  To  thee;  0  Lord.  I  turn  mine  eye. 

All  human  helpers  fail : 
0  send  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 
And  let  my  prayer  prevail ! 

172.]  Affliction  Blessed. 

1.  How  tender  is  thy  hand. 

0  thou  beloved  Lord  ! 
Afflictions  come  at  thy  command. 
And  leave  us  at  thy  word. 

2.  How  gentle  was  the  rod 

That  chastened  us  for  sin  ! 
How  soon  we  found  a  smiling  God. 
Where  deep  distress  had  been  ! 

3.  A  Fathers  hand  we  felt. 

A  Fathers  heart  we  knew. 
With  tears  of  penitence  we  knelt. 

And  found  his  word  was  true. 
14 


154  HYMNS. 

4.  We  told  hira  all  our  grief, 

We  thought  of  Jesus'  love ; 

A  sense  of  pardon  brought  relief, 

And  bade  our  pains  remove. 

5.  Now  we  will  bless  the  Lord, 

And  in  his  strength  confide ; 
For  ever  be  his  name  adored ; 
For  there  is  none  beside. 

I'yg.]  Mercies. 

If  I  should  count  them,  they  are  more  in  number  than  the  sand  :  when  I 
awake,  I  am  still  with  thee. — Psalm  139  :  18. 

I.  Great  are  thy  mercies,  trembling  soul, 

And,  wouldst  thou  know  their  sum, 
Go  where  the  mighty  oceans  roll, 

And  bring  their  treasures  home ; 
Count  up  the  particles  of  sand 

That  form  the  wave-worn  shore, 
The  drops  of  dew  upon  the  strand, 
The  leaves  of  every  forest  land, 

And  tell  the  numbers  o'er. 

2.  Then  may'st  thou  know  the  mighty  sum 

Of  blessings  God  hath  given : 
Till  then,  let  unbelief  be  dumb 

Before  the  throne  of  Heav'n  : 
Ne'er  entertain  one  murm'ring  thought, 

Nor  cloud  thy  brow  with  care ; 
Consider  what  thy  God  hath  wrought, 
Nor  let  the  truth  be  e'er  forgot, 

That  he  will  answer  prayer. 


HYMNS.  15c 

3.  What  though  affliction  has  laid  low 

Some  earthly  hope  or  joy : 
Should  this  o'ercharge  thy  heart  with  woe, 

And  all  thy  peace  destroy  ? 
Great  are  thy  mercies,  trembling  soul. 

Let  these  thy  meni'ry  fill  : 
Yield  up  thy  heart  to  God's  control. 
Whose  gentle  voice,  when  troubles  roll. 

Can  bid  the  waves  be  still. 

lYJ.,]  Decease  of  Moses. 

Dent.  32 :  50. 

1.  c:Go  up  to  the  mountain.'"  he  said, 

'•In  peace  on  its  summit  to  die  : 
Yet.  ere  in  the  dust  thou  art  laid, 

Cast  forward  thy  wondering  eye : 
The  land  unto  Israel  given. 

And  all  its  bright  borders,  survey ; 
Faint  type  of  the  glories  of  heaven. 

To  which  I  will  call  thee  to-day." 

2.  The  mandate  the  prophet  obeyed. 

And  calmly  the  prospect  explored, 
Then  gently  reclining  his  head. 

He  sank  in  the  arms  of  his  Lord : 
Xo  terror  of  conscience  he  knew. 

The  sting  of  the  monster  was  gone  : 
But  as  gently  his  spirit  withdrew, 

The  prize  of  a  victor  was  won. 

3.  And  thus,  when  life's  journey  shall  close, 

To  Jesus  my  Saviour  111  fly : 


156  HYMNS. 

There  soft  be  my  spirit's  repose, 
And  joyful  her  entrance  on  high: 

If  he  the  sweet  prospect  unfold, 

When  death,  the  destroyer,  is  near ; 

The  sight,  like  fair  Canaan  of  old, 
Shall  quell  the  last  tremblings  of  fear. 

1>75#]  The  Final  Parting. 

1.  Farewell !    We  meet  no  more 

On  this  side  heav'n  ! 
The  parting  scene  is  o'er, 
The  last  sad  look  is  giv'n. 

2.  Farewell !    My  soul  will  weep 

While  mem'ry  lives : 
From  wounds  that  sink  so  deep, 
No  earthly  hand  relieves. 

3.  Farewell !    My  stricken  heart 

To  Jesus  flies: 
From  him  I'll  never  part, 
On  him  my  hope  relies. 

4.  Farewell !    Soon  shall  we  meet 

In  heav'n  above ; 
And  there,  in  union  sweet, 
Sing  of  a  Saviour's  love. 

l>y(J#]  Weeping  for  tlie  Dead. 

1.  I  hear  the  voice  of  weeping, 

For  one  whose  soul  hath  fled ; 


HYMNS.  157 

Whose  relics  now  are  sleeping, 
"Whose  form  is  cold  and  dead : 

Each  heart  with  grief  is  breaking, 
All  eyes  with  sorrow  flow : 

E'en  strangers  are  partaking 
The  heaviness  of  woe. 

2.  But  yesterday  we  knew  her. 

Arrayed  in  youthful  bloom : 
To-day  we're  called  to  view  her, 

All  shrouded  for  the  tomb : 
Her  life  was  but  a  vapor. 

A  tender,  fading  flower. 
A  trembling,  dying  taper, 

Extinguished  in  an  hour. 

3.  I  hear  the  voice  of  weeping, 

And  there  is  cause  to  mourn  : 
She  that  in  death  lies  sleeping 

Will  ne'er  to  us  return : 
Xo  more  shall  we  behold  her, 

Till  time  for  ever  dies  : 
No  more  these  arms  enfold  her, 

Till  all  the  dead  arise. 


ITT.]  Mortality. 

1.  I  hear  the  deep-ton'd  village  bell 
Its  mournful  music  pour  : 
Some  spirit  now  hath  bid  farewell 

To  this  terrestrial  shore. 
And  taken  a  returnless  flight 
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158  HYMNS. 

Beyond  the  silent  tomb ; 
Hath  ris'n  to  heav'n's  beatic  height, 
Or  sunk  to  hell's  eternal  night, 

Where  "  hope  can  never  come." 

2.  I  listen  to  each  dying  tone, 

And  mark  each  fearful  pause ; 
Reflection,  while  I  sit  alone, 

Her  solemn  influ'nce  draws  : 
How  fast  the  precious  moments  roll, 

How  soon  the  hour  will  come  ! 
Ah,  soon  for  me  that  bell  may  toll, 
Where  then  will  my  departed  soul 

Find  its  eternal  home  ! 


1Y8.]  Resignation  in  Afflictions* 

1.  It  is  the  Lord,  my  soul  be  still, 

And  bow  before  the  throne  ; 

0  let  me  now  submission  feel, 

And  say — thy  will  be  done. 

2.  It  is  the  Lord,  whose  chast'ning  hand 

Has  filled  the  cup  of  woe  ; 
The  shaft  of  death  by  his  command 
Hath  struck  the  fatal  blow. 

3.  It  is  the  Lord,  who  kindly  gave, 

That  takes  the  gift  away ; 
'Tis  sin  that  dooms  us  to  the  grave, 
In  his  appointed  way. 


HYMNS.  159 

4.  It  is  the  Lord,  and  he  is  good. 
Unchangeably  the  same  : 
Though  sorrow  rises  like  a  flood. 
I'll  bless  his  holy  name. 

179. ]      Christian  Submission  in  Bereavement. 

1.  Jesus,  while  our  hearts  are  bleeding 

0:er  the  spoils  that  death  has  won, 
Let  us  now.  for  mercy  pleading. 
Calmly  say — thy  will  be  done. 

2.  Melt  us  into  deep  contrition. 

Soften.  Lord,  these  hearts  of  stone  : 
Bid  us  all.  with  true  submission. 
3Ieekly  say — thy  will  be  done. 

3.   Though  cast  down,  we're  not  forsaken, 
Though  afflicted,  not  alone  : 
Thou  didst  give,  and  thou  hast  taken. 
Blessed  Lord — thy  will  be  done. 

4.  Though  to-day  we're  filhd  with  mourning, 

3Iercy  still  is  on  the  throne  : 
With  thy  smiles  of  love  returning. 
We  can  sing — thy  will  be  done. 

5.  To  thine  arms  that  soul  is  given. 

Thou  hast  taken  but  thine  own  ; 
Lord  of  earth  and  God  of  heaven, 
Ever  more — thy  will  be  done. 


160  HYMNS. 


1§0.]  Sleeping  in  the  Tomb, 

1.   0,  "he  is  not  dead,  but  sleepeth  :" 
Though  his  relics  mould'ring  lie, 
Every  Christian  heart  that  weepeth, 
Soon  will  meet  him  in  the  sky. 

2    Rock-bound  tombs  can  ne'er  imprison 
Those  who  in  the  Saviour  trust ; 
He,  who  from  the  dead  hath  risen, 
Watches  o'er  their  sleeping  dust. 

181.]  A  Departing  Friend* 

1.  "We  weep,  but  she  rejoices"* 

Whose  spirit  now  hath  fled  : 
Yet  here  no  wailing  voices 

Are  heard  around  the  dead : 
The  gentle  sigh  of  sadness, 

The  sympathetic  tear, 
Mingle  with  smiles  of  gladness 

For  one  beloved  so  dear. 

2.  Her  sorrows  all  are  ended, 

Her  labors  now  are  done ; 
Her  spirit  hath  ascended 

Before  the  Father's  throne : 
There  to  receive  his  blessing, 

E'en  life  for  evermore  ; 

*  The  exclamation  of  an  affectionate  father,  at  the  moment 
of  a  beloved  mother's  decease  :  both  of  whom  were  bright  exam- 
ples of  Christian  piety. 


HYMNS.  161 

A  tide  of  joy  unceasing, 

On  von  celestial  shore. 

3.  Her  warfare  now  is  over. 

Despoiled  the  power  of  sin. 
No  angel  can  discover 

The  slightest  stain  within  : 
Sweet  converse  with  the  holy 

She  evermore  will  share  : 
Nor  indolence  nor  folly 

Can  gain  admittance  there. 

4.  From  cares,  and  doubts,  and  danger3 

Her  spirit  there  is  free. 
Nor  is  she  now  with  strangers 
In  heav'n's  blest  company; 

Her  friends  and  kindred  meet  her. 

Whose  loss  she  had  deplored : 
Brethren  and  sisters  greet  her. 

Eejoicing  in  the  Lord. 


1§2."  A  Requiem. 

1.  Go  to  thy  rest  in  peace. 

And  soft  be  thy  repose  : 
Thy  toils  are  o'er,  thy  troubles  cease  ; 
From  earthly  cares  in  sweet  release. 

Thine  eyelids  gently  close. 

2.  Go  to  thy  peaceful  rest. 

For  thee  we  will  not  weep  : 
For  thou  art  now  anions  the  blest. 


162  HYMNS. 

No  more  by  gloomy  doubts  oppress'd, 
But  hushed  in  quiet  sleep. 

3.  Go  to  thy  rest  awhile  : 

Though  we  thy  loss  deplore, 

One  thought  our  sorrow  shall  beguile. 

For  soon  with  a  celestial  smile 
We  meet  to  part  no  more. 

183,]  The  Resurrection. 

1.  Awhile  they  rest  within  the  tomb 
In  sweet  repose,  till  morning  come ! 
Then  rise  with  joy  to  meet  their  God, 
And  ever  dwell  in  his  abode. 

2.  Celestial  dawn  !  triumphant  hour  ! 
How  glorious  that  awak'ning  power, 
Which  bids  the  sleeping  dust  arise, 
And  join  the  anthems  of  the  skies. 

3.  This  weary  life  will  soon  be  past, 
The  ling'ring  morn  will  come  at  last, 
And  gloomy  mists  will  roll  away 
Before  that  bright,  unfading  day. 

184.]  Christian's  Deathbed. 

1.  While  on  that  couch  of  peaceful  death 
We  view  the  loved  one  lying  low, 
Soon  to  resign  his  latest  breath, 
The  tears  of  sorrow  freely  flow  : 


HYMNS.  163 

TTe  gaze  upon  the  prostrate  frame. 

The  quiv:ring  lip.  the  fading  eye, 
And  then  in  agony  exclaim — 

u  Oh.  what  a  fearful  thing  to  die  !;; 

2.  But  why  should  sorrow:s  darkened  cloud 

Fill  the  survivor's  heart  with  gloom  ? 
Why  dwell  on  relics  and  the  shroud. 

And  on  the  silence  of  the  tomb  ? 
Faith  looks  beyond  to  things  unseen, 

As  present  to  her  heav:nward  gaze  : 
There,  all  is  tranquil  and  serene. 

And  there  immortal  glories  blaze  ! 

3.  The  pangs  of  parting  are  severe, 

Nature  may  triumph  for  awhile : 
But  grace  can  wipe  the  falling  tear. 

And  soothe  us  with  a  heavTily  smile  : 
0  Christian  !  lift  thy  thoughts  above, 

To  mansions  by  the  Lord  prepared, 
And  hail  tlr  embraces  of  his  love. 

As  thy  eternal,  rich  reward. 

1§5»]  Loss  of  Christian  Friends. 

1.  Why  should  we  mourn  the  loss  of  friends  so  dear  ? 
Grieve  at  the  trials  they  have  suffered  here  ? 
Through  tribulation  they  obtained  the  prize. 

A  crown  of  glory  sparkling  in  the  skies. 

0  weep  no  more  ! 

2.  All  the  sharp  conflicts  they  endured  below, 
Cause  but  the  tide  of  bliss  to  overflow. 


164  HYMNS. 

No  sad  remembrances  their  thoughts  employ, 
Those  seeds  of  sorrow  bear  the  fruits  of  joy. 
Then  weep  no  more  ! 

3.  0  then  regard  no  more,  with  thoughts  of  gloom, 
The  ills  that  met  their  pathway  to  the  tomb ; 
Behold  the  spirits  of  your  friends  above, 
Rejoicing  in  the  fields  of  light  and  love  ! 

Then  weep  no  more. 

4.  Ye  mourn  their  absence,  wait  a  little  while, 
Then  meet  again  with  an  eternal  smile  ; 
Share  with  your  lov'd  ones  in  that  blest  reward, 
Rejoicing  in  the  glory  of  the  Lord. 

0  weep  no  more  ! 


186.'] 


Tlie  Christian  in  Death. 


1.  Why  lament  the  Christian  dying? 

Why  indulge  in  tears  or  gloom  ? 
Calmly  on  the  Lord  relying, 
He  can  greet  the  op'ning  tomb. 

2.  What  if  death  with  icy  fingers 

All  the  fount  of  life  congeals  ? 

'Tis  not  there  thy  brother  lingers, 

'Tis  not  death  his  spirit  feels. 

3.  Though  for  him  thy  soul  is  mourning, 

Though  with  grief  thy  heart  is  riv'n ; 
While  his  flesh  to  dust  is  turning, 
All  his  soul  is  filled  with  hcav'n  ! 


HYMNS.  165 

4.  Scenes  seraphic,  high  and  glorious, 

Now  forbid  his  longer  stay  : 
See  him  rise  o:er  death  victorious. 
Angels  beckon  him  away. 

5.  Hark  !  the  golden  harps  are  ringing. 

Sounds  of  rapture  fill  his  ear ; 
Millions,  now  in  heaven  singing. 
Greet  his  joyful  entrance  there. 

187.]  Weep  ZVot. 

1.  "  Weep  not  !;?    It  is  the  Saviours  voice  : 

What  tender  sympathy  and  love  ! 
Weep  not.  but  in  the  Lord  rejoice. 

And  his  compassion  thou  shalt  prove 
If  but  his  hand  will  touch  the  bier. 
What  heav'nly  hope  and  joy  are  here  ! 

2.  Weep  not.  as  o'er  some  hapless  one 

For  ever  banish/ d  from  thy  sight : 
As  if  that  latest  dying  groan 

Came  from  the  realms  of  endless  nigh: 
Look  upward,  and  in  Jesus  trust. 
The  resurrection  of  the  just. 

3.  Weep  not.  as  if  the  soul  were  lost 

That  knew  by  faith  a  pard'ning  God  : 

But  think  of  that  unnumbered  host. 

The  purchase  of  atoning  blood, 
With  whom  the  loved  one  now  appears, 
To  dwell  in  bliss  through  endless  years 
15 


*    1 66  HYMNS. 

4.  Weep  not !    Behold  that  spirit  soar 
In  regions  of  eternal  day ; 
And  soon  on  yon  celestial  shore 

Thy  God  will  wipe  all  tears  away 
If  thou  must  weep,  let  tears  of  joy 
And  gratitude  thy  hours  employ. 

188.]  Tlie  Departed  Christian* 

1.   Give  joy  to  the  departed  one 
Who  now  in  Jesus  sleeps ; 
Whose  ransom'd  spirit  hath  not  gone 

Where  stricken  sorrow  weeps  ; 
But  ris'n  to  heav'n,  her  high  abode. 
To  dwell  for  ever  with  her  God. 

2.  Give  joy  to  the  departed  one, 

Whose  conflicts  all  are  past ; 
^Vhose  song  of  triumph  has  begun. 

And  shall  for  ever  last, 
Where  raptured  saints  and  angels  join. 
In  strains  seraphic  and  divine. 

3.  Give  joy  to  the  departed  one, 

Nor  long  thy  loss  deplore, 
For  thou  thyself  art  hastening  on, 

To  yon  celestial  shore ; 
There  friends  beloved  shall  meet  again  ; 
There  peace  and  joy  for  ever  reign  ! 

189,1  The  Christian's  Grave. 

1 .  0  yes,  it  is  a  hallowed  spot, 

Where  weeping-willows  wave ; 


167 


Nor  should  the  place  be  e'er  forgot 
T>Vhere  lies  the  Christian's  grave, 

2.  Soft  sleeping  in  its  lowly  bed. 

"With  no  intruder  near. 
His  wasting  form,  in  silence  laid. 
Wakens  no  thought  of  fear. 

3.  His  ransomed  spirit,  pure  and  bright. 

Inspired  with  holy  love. 
Rejoices  in  the  glorious  light 
That  fills  the  realms  above. 

4.  And  from  these  relics  that  decay 

A  beauteous  form  shall  rise. 
And  shine  with  heaven's  unclouded  ray. 
Above  the  starry  skies. 

5.  0  yes.  it  is  a  lovely  spot. 

Where  weeping-willows  wave. 
And  faith  can  sing  her  sweetest  note 
Around  the  Christian's  grave. 

190.J  Adoption. 

1.  How  wondrous  that  manner  of  love 

The  Father  on  us  hath  bestowed, 
Preparing  us  mansions  above. 

And  calling  us  children  of  God : 
The  world  our  adoption  despise. 

Our  Saviour  they  will  not  receive, 
They  know  not  the  joys  that  arise 

In  the  bosoms  of  those  that  believe. 


168  HYMNS. 

2.  Beloved,  now  are  we  the  sons. 

The  children  of  infinite  grace, 
The  heirs  of  bright  sceptres  and  crowns 

In  the  regions  of  heavenly  peace  : 
Though  ling'ring  in  darkness  and  fear, 

"We  trust  in  the  Saviour's  glad  word, 
We  know  that  when  he  shall  appear 

We  shall  see  and  resemble  our  Lord. 

19 J,]  Eartli  Receding. 

1.  Earth's  stormy  night  will  soon  be  o'er, 

The  raging  wind  shall  cease ; 
The  Christian's  bark  will  reach  the  shore 
Of  heav'n's  eternal  peace. 

2.  E'en  now,  the  distant  rays  appear 

To  chase  the  gloom  of  night ; 

The  Sun  of  Righteousness  is  near, 

And  terrors  take  their  flight. 

y 02.]  Looking  for  Heaven. 

1.  Earth's  shadowy  years  will  soon  be  o'er, 

Heav'n's  blissful  morn  arise, 
And  sorrow's  night  will  then  no  more 
O'ercloud  these  weeping  eyes. 

2.  Then  will  the  Lord  of  life  and  love 

Unveil  his  beaming  face, 
And  never  from  my  sight  remove 
The  bright  celestial  rays. 


HYMNS.  1 69 

3.   Then  will  this  froward,  sinful  heart 
No  more  offend  ruy  God  : 
Nor  ever  from  that  love  depart. 
Which  fills  the  high  abode. 

'4.   Then  everlasting  peace  and  joy 
And  transport  shall  be  mine  : 
Praise  shall  my  utmost  powers  employ 
In  melody  divine. 

£93 ,]  Mansions  Prepared. 

John  14  :  2. 

i.  And  hast  thou.  Saviour,  gone  above, 
Our  mansions  to  prepare  ? 
Shall  those  who  here  have  known  thy  love. 
Through  grace  that  high  adoption  prove, 
And  gain  admittance  there  ? 

2.  And  shall  we  see  thee  as  thou  art. 

In  majesty  divine? 
And  shall  the  rapt'rous  view  impart 
Fulness  of  joy  to  every  heart. 

Where  endless  glories  shine  % 

3.  And  shall  those  mansions  be  secure 

From  every  sinful  stain  1 
Shall  holy  peace  and  joy  endure. 
Ever  increasing,  ever  pure, 

While  God  himself  shall  reign  ? 

4.  Yes.  we  believe  the  heav'nly  word  : 

We  wonder  at  the  grace : 
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170  HYMNS. 

"We  shall  be  near  and  like  our  Lord, 
Rehearse  his  name  with  sweet  accord. 
And  live  in  his  embrace. 


194..]  Anticipations  of  Heaven. 

1.  Away,  ye  gilded  vanities,  awa}^, 

Departed  ones  are  beck'ning  from  on  high : 
In  vain  ye  seek  to  flatter  and  betray, 
For  my  inheritance  is  in  the  sky. 

2.  Riches  and  honors  are  an  empty  sound, 

Trifles  that  in  an  hour  may  cease  to  be  : 
Pleasures  that  bloom  on  sublunary  ground 
Are  but  the  bane  of  immortality. 

3.  The  op'ning  gates  of  paradise  above, 

Fling  heav'nly  odors  o'er  my  fainting  brow : 
The  holy  music  from  the  realms  of  love, 

Breathes  sweeter  melodies  than  earth  can  know 

4.  Away,  ye  gilded  vanities,  away, 

Departed  ones  are  beck'ning  from  on  high  : 
Ye  shall  not  tempt  me  to  prolong  my  stay, 
The  hour  of  my  departure  draweth  nigh. 

195,1  A  Song  of  Heaven. 

1.  Ye  echoes  from  the  bending  sky, 
Repeat  the  heav'nly  song  ; 
And  let  the  voice  of  harmony, 
Those  mellow  notes  prolong  1 


H  Y  H  N  S  .  1  7  i 

2.  "  0  worthy  is  the  Lamb  of  God. 

The  Lamb  that  once  was  slain. 
Within  this  high  and  bright  abode 
Eternally  to  reign  ! 

3.  "  All  blessing,  honor,  glory,  power. 

L^nto  our  God  be  giv"n  : 
And  to  the  Lamb  for  evermore. 
The  King  of  earth  and  heav'n  I" 

4.  The  breathing  accents  die  away 

L'pon  the  list'ning  ear : 
Yet  would  my  soul  for  ever  stay. 
The  joyful  sound  to  hear. 

5.  "  0  worthy  is  the  Lamb  of  God. 

The  Lamb  that  once  was  slain. 
Within  this  high  and  bright  abode 
Eternally  to  reign  ! 

6.  "  All  blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 

L'nto  our  God  be  giv'n  : 
And  to  the  Lamb  for  evermore. 
The  King  of  earth  and  heav'n  !;> 


196.]  God  our  Refuge. 

Psalm  46. 

1.   0  God  of  our  salvation. 
Our  Refuge  in  distress, 
Our  strength  and  consolation, 
Secure  us  by  thy  grace  : 


1 72  HYMNS. 

While  in  thy  peace  abiding, 
While  thou  thyself  art  near, 

In  thy  strong  arm  confiding, 
We  shall  not  yield  to  fear. 

2.  Though  earth  were  in  commotion, 

Though  mountains  high  were  cast 
Into  the  depths  of  ocean, 

Amid  the  stormy  blast ; 
The  billows,  loud  and  raging, 

In  vain  their  foam  would  pour, 
Thy  voice,  the  wrath  assuaging, 

Would  still  the  tempest's  roar ! 

3.  There  is  a  peaceful  river 

Descending  from  on  high, 
Whose  streams  are  pure  for  ever, 

Whose  waters  cannot  dry  : 
No  waves  of  tribulation 

Disturb  their  gladd'ning  course  ; 
The  Rock  of  our  salvation 

Is  their  unfailing  source. 

4.  God  in  the  midst  is  dwelling, 

Mount  Zion  shall  not  move ; 
The  streams  of  grace  are  swelling, 

A  tide  of  boundless  love : 
Her  foes,  so  oft  conspiring, 

Tumultuous  in  noise, 
Like  angry  waves  retiring, 

Have  melted  at  his  voice. 


HYMNS.  173 


The  Lord  of  Hosts  is  with  us, 

The  God  of  Jacob  near  : 
With  his  strong  arm  beneath  us 

Our  souls  shall  never  fear : 
Her  Refuge  is  most  glorious  ! 

Be  still,  for  he  is  God  : 
His  cause  shall  be  victorious. 

Earth  trembles  at  his  nod. 


197,"  Human  Frailty. 

Psalm  39. 

1.  0  what  is  earthly  pleasure 

Compared  with  thy  rich  grace  ? 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  measure 

The  remnant  of  our  days. 
How  brief  is  our  existence  ! 

How  frail  a  thing  is  man  ! 
0  grant  us  thine  assistance 

This  feeble  life  to  scan. 

2.  How  soon  the  hours  of  gladness. 

That  cheer  us  on  our  way. 
Are  changed  to  gloom  and  sadness. 

And  filled  with  deep  dismay  ! 
Man.  in  his  best  condition. 

Is  vanity  and  dust ; 
Soon  past  the  fleeting  vision  : 

Then  he  gives  up  the  ghost ! 

3.  Earth's  treasures  quickly  leave  us. 

Its  honors  ne:er  endure. 


174  HYMNS. 

Its  pleasures  but  deceive  us, 
Its  hopes  are  insecure : 

But  Lord,  while  time  is  flying, 
And  filled  with  many  a  snare, 

My  soul,  on  thee  relying, 

Would  seek  thy  guardian  care. 


198.]  Rejoicing  in  God. 

Psalm  33. 

1.  Rejoice  in  the  Lord,  0  ye  righteous  rejoice, 

The  upright  his  praises  should  sing ; 
With  harp  and  with  psalt'ry  attune  your  glad 
voice, 
And  loud  let  the  harmony  ring : 
0  sing  of  his  righteousness,  sing  of  his  love, 

His  justice  and  mercy  proclaim  ; 
Earth  is  filled  with  his  goodness,  while  angels 
above 
Rejoice  in  his  glorious  name. 

2.  By  the  word  of  the  Lord  the  bright  heavens  were 

made, 
The  earth,  the  wide  oceans  that  roar : 
0  fear  him,  ye  nations,  let  earth  be  afraid, 

Stand  in  awe  of  his  glory  and  power  ! 
He  spake — it  was  done :  he  commanded — it  rose; 

The  universe  sprang  into  view : 
His  counsels    shall   stand,  though  vain  mortals 
oppose ; 
His  ways  are  all  righteous  and  true. 


H  Y  M  N  S  .  1  75 

3.  How  blest  is  the  nation  whose  God  is  the  Lord. 

The  land  where  in  mercy  he  dwells  ; 
Where  thousands  rejoice  in  his  worship  and  word. 

"Where  wonders  of  grace  he  reveals  ! 
0  trust  in  his  name,  in  his  wisdom  confide. 

Nor  look  to  his  creatures  for  aid : 
Our  souls  shall  rejoice  while  in  him  we  abide. 

Though  troubles  and  sorrows  invade. 


199,]  Psalm  xxiii. 

1.  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  his  kindness  I  know. 

My  wants  will  be  ever  supplied  : 
He  makes   me   repose  where  the  green  pastures 
grow. 
And  waters  in  gentleness  glide. 

2.  My  wand"ring  affections,  so  often  astray. 

His  kindness  and  care  will  reclaim. 
To  wisdom  and  holiness  point  me  the  way. 
To  the  praise  of  his  glorious  name. 

3.  What  though  I  walk  through  the  dark  valley  of 

death. 
Xo  evil  my  spirit  will  fear  : 
My  Shepherd  is  with  me.  his  arm  is  beneath. 
His  love  and  his  comfort  are  near. 

4.  The  hand  of  his  bounty  my  table  supplies. 

My  cup  of  enjoyment  o'erflows  : 
He  keeps  me  in  safety  when  troubles  arise. 
Nor  yields  to  th'  assaults  of  my  foes, 


176  HYMNS. 

5.  His  goodness  and  mercy  around  me  are  poured, 
His  love  shall  for  ever  endure ; 
For  ever  I'll  dwell  in  the  house  of  the  Lord, 
His  word  of  salvation  is  sure. 


POEMS, 


16 


A  FRAGMENT. 

A  band  of  youthful  minstrels  I  have  met. 
Where  Nature's  self  would  make  sweet  melody. 
Yet.  no :  'twas  nature's  God,  whose  lovely  beams 
Were  shed  upon  his  works  in  melting  rays 
Of  tenderness,  inspiring  faith  and  hope 
And  heart-felt  joy. 

What  though  the  place  was  rude, 
The  lowest  room  scarce  raised  above  the  ground, 
And  coarsely  furnished — prison-like  its  walls 
Of  massive  stone  and  wood?    Its  windows  fair 
Disclosed  a  morning-scene,  most  pure  and  lovely. 
Fit  emblem  of  the  earthly  state  of  those 
Who  converse  hold  with  heav'n.     The  spacious  halls 
That  towered  above,  were  nothing  then  to  me. 
The  lowest  room  gave  sweetest  glimpse  of  nature, 
And  shut  out  many  a  sightless  thing  from  view. 
Of  human  workmanship. 

There  might  be  seen 
The  beauteous  handiwork  of  Him  who  spake 
And  it  was  done,  whose  high  command  spread  out 
The  heav'ns  above,  and  clothed  the  earth  with  green, 
And  when  the  melting  song  arose,  that  told 
Of  love  unbounded,  bleeding  on  the  cross  : 
How  would  the  drooping  willow  branches  wave 
Their  solemn  dirge  in  every  whisp'ring  breeze 


180  A       FRAGMENT. 

That  caught  the  minstrelsy.     And  when  the  song 
Of  angels  and  of  spirits  blest  in  heav'n, 
As  faintly  heard  from  mortal  lips,  arose, 
The  loftier  trees  would  seem  to  raise  their  branches, 
The  landscape  to  assume  a  richer  glow ; 
And  glances  of  the  morning  sun  shot  forth 
Between  the  fleecy  clouds,  as  emblems  sweet 
Of  heav'n's  eternal  day. 

How  blest  the  song 
Which  flows  from  lips  that  tell  the  grace  of  God, 
From  hearts  which  realize  its  heav'nly  power, 
With  humble  gratitude  and  love  !    And  when 
My  body  shall  decay,  0  may  my  soul 
Look  through  the  windows  of  her  earthly  house 
On  scenes  more  fair,  more  verdant,  and  more  bright 
Than  eye  of  sense  can  view,  or  fancy  paint, 
Or  heart  of  man  conceive.    And  when  the  time 
Of  my  departure  comes,  let  music,  soft 
As  angels  breathe,  salute  my  dying  ear, 
Till  bands  of  seraphim  repeat  the  strain 
In  loftier  accents  'mid  the  fields  of  light 
And  mansions  of  eternal  peace. 

Princeton,  N.  J.,  August,  1833. 


OX  VISITING  A  TOMB 

At  Mount  Auburn  Cemetery.  August.  1544. 

The  evergreens  around  that  dell. 

And  trees  of  softer  hue. 
And  hillocks  high,  that  half  conceal 

The  arch  of  heav'n  from  view. 
Spread  twilight  where  those  relics  sleep, 

Throughout  the  livelong  day. 
Save  when  the  gentle  breezes  sweep: 
Then  waving  limbs,  so  wont  to  weep, 

Admit  the  glancing  ray. 

Thus,  golden  sunbeams  from  above. 

Like  eyes  of  angels  fair, 
Sprinkle  the  scene  with  gems  that  move 

In  dazzling  radiance  there : 
Emblem  most  beautiful  and  pure, 

How  it  dispels  the  gloom  ! 
Christian,  the  promised  morn  is  sure, 
Death's  twilight  will  not  long  endure  : 

Heav'n  dawns  upon  the  tomb  ! 


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i  J\rign  of  Jlmum. 

A  POEM. 


IN     TWO      CANTOS. 


ARGUMENT  OF  CANTO  I. 

The  progress  of  redemption,  in  a  world  of  sin. — Present 
aspects. — Coming  of  the  latter  day. — Glories  of  the  heavenly 
state. — Qualifications  for  heaven. — Case  of  a  rich  worldling. — 
Of  a  saint  in  obscurity. — Punitive  justice. — Case  of  a  lovely 
youth  :  of  a  matchless  pair. — Christ  not  merely  a  witness  for 
the  truth. — Martyrs  are  witnesses. — They  worship  Christ  as  the 
atoning  Lamb  of  God. — Rejection  of  the  atonement,  a  great 
sin. — Peculiar  doctrines  of  the  Cross:  illustrated  by  the  scenes 
at  the  crucifixion. — Social,  moral,  and  religious  influences  of 
these  doctrines. — Their  agency  in  the  world's  conversion. — Re- 
wards of  heaven,  not  secured  without  a  struggle. 


THE  REIGN  OF  HEAVEN. 


CANTO  I. 

I  sing  the  reign  of  heav'n.     The  theme,  not  strange 
To  earthly  ears,  though  far  beyond  the  reach 
Of  loftiest  human  thought,  may  well  employ 
Man's  sweetest  meditations. 

The  night  was  dark.     At  length  a  gentle  ray 
Shone  in  the  East,  the  harbinger  of  day. 
At  first  through  misty  clouds  it  faintly  gleani'd, 
Scarce  visible  :  anon  it  brighter  seem'd  : 
And  as  the  shades  retired,  the  silv'ry  hue, 
Brought  by  degrees  the  op'ning  scene  to  view. 
Thick  vapors  for  a  while  obscured  the  sight : 
These  slowly  vanishing,  revealed  the  light. 
The  landscape  then  was  beautiful  and  fair, 
Fann'd  by  the  breezes  of  the  morning  air. 
Then  rose  the  flocks  and  herds  in  many  a  throng ; 
The  woodland  minstrels  woke  the  matin  song : 
And  soon  th'  industrious  peasantry  were  seen, 
Wending  their  way  amid  the  fields  of  green. 
The  east  grew  brilliant,  and  the  sun's  bright  rays 
Upon  the  mountain's  top  began  to  blaze  : 
But  ere  the  monarch  of  the  day  rode  high. 
Thin,  fleecy  clouds  were  seen  to  veil  the  sky. 


186  THE       REIGN       OF       HEAVEN. 

Others  of  darker  hue,  as  these  moved  on, 
Thick'ning  and  deep'ning,  soon  began  to  frown. 
A  storm  arose.     The  mighty  thunders  roared, 
The  lightnings  flashed,  the  rain  in  torrents  poured ; 
The  hail  descended,  and  a  threatening  gale 
"Wrought  consternation  in  the  trembling  vale. 
'Twas  past.     The  breezes  then  were  soft  and  low, 
And  beautiful  was  heav'n's  resplendent  bow : 
The  tuneful  warblers  raised  a  sweeter  song, 
And  joy  again  burst  forth  from  ev'ry  tongue. 

And  such  amid  the  scenes  of  earth's  dull  night, 
Redemption's  dawn  and  far-extending  light. 
Long  was  the  time,  the  darkness  sad  and  drear ; 
Slow  did  the  moral  dimness  disappear. 
Ages  have  fled ;  and  alternations  still, 
Of  light  and  shade,  Heav'n's  purposes  fulfil. 
A  Hand  unseen  hath  overruled  for  good 
The  storms  of  conflict  and  the  seas  of  blood : 
But,  there  are  depths  of  mercy  yet  in  store, 
Richer  displays  of  our  Redeemer's  power. 
Through  the  wide  earth  his  cause  shall  yet  prevail, 
Nor  shall  one  purpose  of  his  empire  fail. 
Mercy  shall  bring  the  realms  in  love  to  bow, 
Or  justice  punitive  consign  to  woe 
Rebellious  millions,  till  the  world  is  free 
From  all  the  sources  of  impurity. 

E'en  now  we  see  the  bright  celestial  ray, 
The  dawning  glories  of  the  latter  day. 
The  gospel-messengers  are  sent  abroad, 
Far  as  the  footsteps  of  our  race  have  trod. 


THE       REIGN       OF      H  E  A  V  E  X  .  187 

The  nations  are  in  tumult.     Empires  fall. 
Xew  dynasties  appear,  in  conflict  all 
For  man's  entire  deliv?rance.     The  arts  arise. 
And  sciences,  to  fill  us  with  surprise. 
TVe  travel,  as  by  steeds  of  fire  conveyed. 
Still  holding  converse  by  the  lightning's  aid. 
Till  distance  is  annihilated  quite, 
And  realms  remote  seem  present  to  the  sight. 
Xew  constellations  in  the  hearns  are  found. 
And  strange  discov'ries  through  the  earth  abound 
All  nature  seems  in  motion  at  the  call 
Of  unknown  influences  which  govern  all. 
Disasters  sad  may  come.     Full  many  a  cloud 
May  yet  the  hemisphere  awhile  enshroud : 
And  darkness  may  return,  and  storms  severe. 
And  raging  elements  awaken  fear  : 
Such  tribulations  may  ere  long  be  known. 
As  never  have  been  seen  beneath  the  sun. 
But  these  will  pass.     Serener  light  will  shine. 
With  radiance  still  more  beauteous  and  divine : 
Till  all  the  earth  in  holiness  appears. 
And  heav'n  is  seen  descending  from  the  spheres. 
0.  who  can  tell  what  blessings  earth  will  gain. 
Beneath  Messiah's  universal  reign  ! 
Then  war.  and  pestilence,  and  wrath,  and  strife, 
And  all  the  evils  that  embitter  life, 
Ungodliness  and  superstition  dire. 
Deceit  and  selfishness  shall  far  retire. 
Then  ignorance  and  prejudice  shall  cease, 
And  useful  knowledge  evermore  increase. 


188  THE       REIGN      OF      HEAVEN. 

The  voice  of  Nature  and  of  Nature's  God, 
Shall  make  sweet  harmony  and  man's  abode. 
Complacency  will  smile  on  every  brow, 
And  social  converse  still  serenely  flow : 
New  joy  and  happiness  will  spring  to  birth, 
And  holiness  prevail  throughout  the  earth : 
The  reign  of  heav'n  be  prevalent  below, 
And  man  no  more  will  drain  the  cup  of  woe. 
Stern  death  itself  will  then  begin  to  die ; 
The  grave  will  lose  its  wonted  victory. 

And  then,  the  grave  once  passed,  what  tongue  can 
tell 
Their  joys  who  see  the  blest  Immanuel ! 
There,  they  behold  the  Father's  smiling  face ; 
There,  the  blest  Sanctifier  of  our  race. 
Angels,  and  saints,  and  kindred  once  so  dear, 
All,  all  unite,  as  blest  companions  there. 
God's  bright  perfections  all  their  minds  employ, 
To  do  his  will  is  their  exceeding  joy. 

Who  shall  inhabit  the  celestial  hill  % 
Who  in  the  presence  of  our  God  shall  dwell  % 
No  hand  unclean  shall  e'er  be  lifted  there, 
No  heart  impure  God's  blissful  presence  share ; 
Lovers  of  earthly  pleasure  must  forego 
All  the  enjoyments  heaven  can  bestow : 
The  covetous,  who  thirst  for  sordid  gain, 
Celestial  treasures  never  can  obtain  : 
The  hollow-hearted  hypocrite  shall  fail 
To  enter  into  that  within  the  vail. 
The  vain,  the  proud,  the  lofty,  and  the  wise, 
Who  never  knew  the  temper  of  the  skies  j 


THE       P.  E  I  G  R       0±        HEAVEN.  ISO 

All  who  have  sinned  and  never  been  forgiv'n. 
Are  unprepared  to  taste  the  bliss  of  heav'n. 
They  who  with  heart  sincere,  have  walk'd  with  God. 
And  they  alone,  shall  rise  to  his  abode. 

Heard  ye  the  solemn  knell  ?    Saw  ye  that  crowd  ; 
The  high,  the  vain,  the  wealthy,  and  the  proud? 
All  are  in  mourning  for  a  fellow  worm 
"Whose  pride  is  humbled  to  a  mould*ring  form. 
Where  hath  the  spirit  fled  ?     To  heavm  they  say ; 
Though  while  on  earth,  he  wandered  far  astray. 
In  scenes  of  earthly  glory,  noise,  and  strife  : 
And  never  sought  the  path  to  endless  life. 
Tis  false  !  for  Heav'n  hath  solemnly  deelai 
That  all  such  greatness  fails  of  a  reward. 

Saw  ye  that  hearse,  neglected  by  the  throng 
Of  busy  strangers,  as  it  moved  along  ? 
In  yonder  graveyard  meath  no  sculptur'd  stone. 
The  relics  sleep,  neglected,  and  alone. 
A  verdant  sod.  a  narrow  mound  of  earth. 
Serve  but  to  show  that  one  of  human  birth. 
Unknown  alike  to  honor,  wealth,  and  fame. 
Too  poor  to  buy  the  record  of  a  name. 
Decays  and  moulders  into  kindred  dust. 
Alike  forgotten  by  the  vile  and  just. 
But  she  is  honored  now :  for  while  she  lived. 
The  precious  gospel  gladly  she  received. 
Her  soul  was  humble,  but  her  faith  was  high  : 
Treasures  she  held,  beyond  the  boundless  sky. 
The  voice  that  called  her  to  the  courts  above. 
Was  heav'nly  harmony,  celestial  love. 


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190  THE      REIGN       OF       HEAVEN. 

The  grave  shall  yet  prove  faithful  to  its  trust : 
Spirits  angelic  guard  her  sleeping  dust. 
Again  to  rise  when  death's  dark  doors  are  riv'n 
Till  then,  her  soul  serenely  rests  in  heav'n. 

None  but  the  humble,  docile,  self-denied, 
With  heav'nly  wisdom  e'er  will  be  supplied 
Scoffers  may  rail  and  infidels  may  boast. 
Skeptics  in  endless  sophistry  be  lost ; 
The  wise,  the  prudent  be  confounded  stilL 
While  wilful  ignorance  may  boast  of  skill : 
But  all  their  wisdom  and  their  wit  shall  fail ; 
Nor  sophistry,  nor  reason  shall  prevail. 
To  babes,  the  heav'nly  secret  is  revealed ; 
While  from  the  lofty  it  remains  concealed. 

"  Doctrine   severe" — yon    thoughtless  worldling 
cries  ; 
Upon  a  diff'rent  creed  his  hope  relies. 
A  Deity  paternal  he  would  know, 
Too  merciful  to  fill  the  cup  of  woe, 
To  an  offending,  weak,  imperfect  child. 
Howe'er  by  his  iniquities  defiled. 

True,  God  is  merciful,  a  parent  kind  ; 
His  love  transcendent  as  his  boundless  mind. 
His  heart  is  gen'rous,  ready  to  forgive  : 
He  gave  his  Son  to  die,  that  man  might  live. 
But,  is  this  attribute,  like  instinct  blind, 
To  guide  fortuitous  th'  eternal  Mind  J 
Where  then  is  wisdom,  justice,  truth,  and  where 
Eternal  rectitude  ?     Worldling,  beware  ! 
0  stand  in  awe  of  that  exalted  Name, 
7/hose  word  can  wrap  the  universe  in  flame  ! 


THE       REIGN        OF       HEAVEN.  191 

Is  he  a  Father  ?     So  is  he  a  King, 

Before  whose  throne  the  heavens  their  tribute  bring : 

A  Legislator  infinitely  wise  ; 

A  Judge  supreme,  that  ev'ry  action  tries. 

These  offices  all  centre  in  his  throne  : 

In  holiness  he  reigns  through  worlds  unknown 

Sustaining  such  relations,  vast  and  high, 

Father  supreme,  and  Sovereign  of  the  sky. 

Centre  and  Source  of  all  perfections  bright, 

In  pow:r  unbounded,  wisdom  infinite  : 

Can  he  pursue  his  holy,  righteous  plan, 

And  wink  at  sin  in  guilty,  fallen  man  i 

What  shout  was  that,  which  made  heav'n's  arches 
ring, 
What  chorus  which  the  joyful  minstrels  sing  ? 
The  holy  judgments  of  a  God  supreme 
Inflicted  on  the  icicked.  form  the  theme. 

Hallelujah,  for  the  Lord 
God  Omnipotent  doth  reign. 
Who  the  storm  of  vengeance  pour'd 
On  yon  desolated  plain  ! 
Justice  fills  thy  heav'nly  throne, 
0  thou  High  and  Holy  one  ! 
Reign  supreme,  and  reign  for  ever ; 
None  shall  from  thy  hand  deliver  ! 

Man  is  regarded  in  the  court  of  heav'n, 
A  rebel  who  can  never  be  forgiv'n, 

Save  on  the  terms  that  Being  hath  approved. 
Who  bore  the  penalty,  the  curse  removed. 


192  THE       REIGN       OF       HEAVEN. 

This  earthly  pilgrimage  his  brief  reprieve, 
He  here  alone  free  pardon  may  receive  : 
This  boon  neglected,  hope  gives  up  the  ghost ; 
The  precious  soul  is  then  for  ever  lost. 

But  yonder  comes  a  lovely  youth, 
With  seeming  innocence  and  truth, 
In  manners,  morals,  and  in  thought, 
He  fain  would  stand  without  a  blot. 
No  grov'lling  vice  his  mind  enslaves. 
No  vulgar  mirth  his  bosom  craves ; 
Industrious,  gentle,  and  refined, 
The  loveliest  of  human  kind. 
Is  he  not  ripening  for  bliss  ? 
Can  so  much  excellence  as  this, 
Such  candor,  dignity,  and  grace, 
As  claim  the  homage  of  his  race, 
Fail  to  secure  th'  approving  eye 
Of  Him  who  fills  the  throne  on  high  ? 

Just  such  a  youth  the  heav'nly  Jesus  loved 
While  on  the  earth :  and  yet,  how  soon  he  proved. 
Spite  of  his  virtue,  earnestness,  and  strife, 
Wholly  unworthy  of  eternal  life. 
Wealth  was  his  idol.     Had  he  this  resigned, 
The  deed  had  proved  him  of  a  heav'nly  mind. 
He  thought  celestial  treasures  far  too  poor 
To  compensate  for  all  his  earthly  store. 

But  yonder  dwelt  a  matchless  pair, 
Lovely  in  youth,  devoid  of  care ; 
With  actions  kind  and  manners  bland, 
They  graced  the  circles  of  the  land. 


THE       P.  E  I  G  X       OF       HEAVEN.  .93 

So  high  in  men's  esteem  were  they. 
That  slander  had  no  word  to  say : 
E'en  envy.  too.  had  lost  its  sting. 
And  malice  had  no  dart  to  fling. 
Man's  nature  they  had  understood 
By  gentlest  means  could  be  renewed  : 
Mere  education  could  impart 
All  needful  virtues  to  the  heart. 
Religion  doubtless  they  desired. 
No  earthly  thing  they  more  admired. 
They  thought  of  mansions  in  the  sky : 
And  fancy  oft  was  soaring  high. 
In  brilliant  halls  of  festive  song. 
x\nd  lyceums  for  the  learned  throng : 
Or  castles,  such  as  princes  build. 
With  rooms  of  state  by  Fashion  filr'd. 
Social  distinctions  here  embraced. 
They  would  retain  among  the  blest : 
Nor  room  for  pride  they  here  could  see. 
Where  all  was  real  dignity. 
Such  was  the  heav'n  they  loved  to  paint. 
And  such  the  likeness  of  a  saint. 

Who  could  believe  such  natures  were  depraved : 
Or  that  such  faultless  beings  could  be  saved 
Only  by  pardon  to  their  souls  applied. 
Through  faith  in  One  that  had  been  crucified  ! 
Slight  imperfections,  they  acknowledged  yet : 
Some  few  infirmities  that  caus;d  regret :  . 
But  for  such  things  they  labored  to  atone. 
Without  the  blood  of  the  Eternal  Son. 

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194  THE       REIGN       OF       HEAVEN. 

The  Man  of  Sorrows  was  but  little  more 

To  them,  in  honor,  dignity,  and  power, 

Than  one  who  came  to  publish  to  our  race 

The  overflowings  of  the  Father's  grace. 

To  them,  a  ivitness  for  the  truth,  he  died  ; 

For  this,  and  this  alone,  was  crucified. 

The  Bible  was  interpreted  in  haste 

According  to  their  own  misguided  taste, 

T'  annul  the  sanctions  of  God's  holy  law, 

Whose  matchless  purity  they  never  saw. 

His  justice  punitive  they  quite  rejected, 

His  mercy  they  abused,  his  love  neglected, 

Found  themselves  righteous  in  the  world's  esteem. 

And  viewed  th'  Atonement  as  an  idle  dream. 

The  deeper  fountains  which  were  hid  within 

Were  ne'er  inspected,  and  were  left  unclean. 

While  all  without  was  beautiful  and  gay, 

They  saw  not  where  the  sad  defilement  lay. 

So  have  we  seen  some  beauteous  public  square 
Adorned  with  stately  trees  of  foliage  fair, 
With  walks,  and  mounds,  and  shrubs,  and  flowers 

supplied  ; 
And  fountains  clear,  whose  crystal  streamlets  glide 
O'er  pebbles  murm'ring  as  they  gently  flow 
Through  richest  verdure  to  some  plain  below. 
Break  up  the  surface,  and  there  stands  revealed, 
A  drear  Aceldama,  a  Potter's  Field  ! 
The  very  walks  o'er  which  our  feet  had  strayed, 
The  charming  aspect  which  our  eyes  surveyed, 
Were  but  a  covering  to  shapeless  stones, 
Decaying  monuments  and  dead  men's  bones  ! 


THE       REIGN       OF      HEAVEN.  19c 

A  witness  only,  did  the  Saviour  come 
To  tread  his  sorrowing  pathway  to  the  tomb  1 
E'en  thus  the  martyrs  bled ;  ordained  of  God 
As  witnesses,  through  fiery  paths  they  trod : 
Were  hated,  persecuted,  mangled,  torn  ; 
Hunted  like  beasts,  reviled,  and  plied  with  scorn : 
Walking  by  faith,  as  witnesses  they  fell, 
With  conflicts  more  than  human  tongue  could  tell. 

But  hark  !  that  anthem  !     Seraph  voices  sing. 
Whom  do  they  worship  as  the  heav'nly  King? 
Patriarchs,  and  prophets,  and  apostles  now 
'Mid  holy  angels  and  archangels  bow  : 
Prostrate  with  faces  veiled,  they  raise  the  song, 
Loud  is  the  harmony,  and  vast  the  throng. 

Worthy,  worthy  is  the  Lamb 

Who  was  slain  that  man  might  live  ! 
Hallelujahs  to  his  name, 

Let  the  choir  immortal  give  ! 
Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 

Be  to  Him  who  rules  above : 
And  to  the  Lamb  for  evermore 

Who  fills  the  realms  of  love  ! 

He  redeemed  us  by  his  blood, 

Out  of  ev'ry  land  and  tongue  ; 
Made  as  kings  and  priests  to  God, 

In  this  holy,  happy  throng. 
Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 

Be  to  Him  who  rules  on  high  ; 
And  to  the  Lamb  for  evermore, 

Throughout  the  boundless  sky  ! 


196  THE       REIGN       OF       HEAVEN. 

Kindreds,  and  tongues,  and  nations  catch  the  strain. 
Millions  unnumbered  swell  the  loud  Amen  ! 
And  who  are  these  arrayed  in  purest  white  ? 
These  are  the  witnesses,  so  heav'nly  bright  ! 
Through  tribulations,  floods,  and  fire  they  came, 
Wash'd  in  the  fountains  of  the  bleeding  Lamb : 
And  him  they  worship :  at  his  feet  they  fall ; 
Adore  his  grace,  and  "crown  him  Lord  of  all." 

0,  is  it  not  a  crime  for  sinful  man 
To  slight  the  Saviour,  and  oppose  his  reign ; 
And  in  fictitious  innocence  arrayed, 
Reject  the  great  atonement  he  has  made  % 
Ah,  this  betrays  a  secret  of  the  heart, 
Nor  tongue  can  tell,  nor  language  can  impart. 
Can  sinners  rise  against  th'  eternal  throne, 
Deny  their  wickedness,  their  King  disown, 
Neglect  the  overtures  of  pardon  given, 
Yet  stand  acquitted  at  the  bar  of  Heaven  ? — 
All  justified  before  that  flaming  Eye, 
Which  marks  as  sin,  the  least  impurity  : 
And  be  adopted  as  the  sons  of  God, 
Without  the  sprinkling  of  that  holy  blood  % 
The  pillar  of  the  cross  alone  can  save 
The  sinking  soul  from  deep  destruction's  wave. 

But  yonder  comes  a  champion  bold, 
Whose  errors  have  been  manifold  : 
The  truth  he  ne'er  pretends  to  know, 
But  strong  objections  oft  would  show. 

Since  Christ  hath  trode  the  op'ning  grave. 
And  ris'n,  a  ruined  world  to  save, 


THE       REIGN      OF       HEAVEN.  197 

"What  can  defeat  his  glorious  plan. 
To  rescue  all  the  race  of  man  1 

If  all  are  helpless,  why  contend  ? 
If  all  imperfect,  why  commend  1 
If  human  efforts  are  in  vain. 
"Why  seek  the  blessing  to  obtain  ? — 

Will  not  such  views  debase  the  mind. 
And  leave  the  manners  unrefin'd, 
Disparage  virtue,  science,  taste, 
Till  social  comforts  run  to  waste  ? 

Forth  on  the  nations  cast  thy  wand'ring  eye ; 
Mark  where  refinement,  taste,  and  science  lie 
In  closest  union  with  pure  liberty. 
Most  surely  there,  the  bleeding  cross  displays 
Its  humbling  doctrines,  and  its  quick'ning  rays 
The  glorious  mysteries  we  here  retrace 
Of  man's  redemption  and  of  God's  free  grace. 
Exalt  the  intellect,  the  taste  improve. 
And  bring  sweet  liberty,  and  peace,  and  love  ; 
They  chase  the  shades  of  ignorance  away, 
Gild  nature's  charms  with  a  celestial  ray : 
Wrake  into  energy  the  slugglish  soul, 
And  bring  the  passions  under  sweet  control. 

Man's  pride  must  be  abased.     0  how  can  he 
Stand  forth  in  his  imagined  purity  ? — 
He  for  whose  crimes  such  precious  blood  was  spilt, 
Pretend  to  innocence  when  charged  with  guilt ! 
W7hat  can  he  in  extenuation  plead, 
Eren  for  one  single  motive,  thought,  or  deed  ! 


198  THE       REIGN       OF       HEAVEN. 

When  Christ  descended  from  the  heav'nly  throne, 
Author  of  life,  the  Father's  equal  Son, 
In  love  consenting,  through  mysterious  birth, 
Awhile  to  dwell  with  guilty  man  on  earth, 
Himself  he  humbled,  that  the  world  might  know 
He  came  to  rescue  from  deserved  woe. 
And  when  he  bore,  upon  the  shameful  tree, 
The  sentence  due  to  man's  iniquity, 
He  then  revealed  in  characters  of  blood, 
How  low  our  ruined  race  had  fall'n  from  God. 
Was  he,  the  holy,  harmless,  undefiled, 
Led  forth,  insulted,  ridiculed,  reviled, 
Arrayed  by  mockery  in  robes  of  state, 
And  crown'd  with  thorns  and  buffeted  in  hate  % 
Did  friends  forsake  him?    Were  there  none  to  aid? — 
Through  fear  denied,  by  subtlety  betrayed, 
Did  He  whose  love  was  still  a  quenchless  flame, 
Stand  forth  condemned,  a  spectacle  of  shame  ? 
Here,  0  my  soul,  thy  own  debasement  see  ! 
In  this  he  suffer'd  what  was  due  to  thee. 
Thou  wast  convicted  and  condemn'd  to  death, 
Justly  to  suffer  in  the  world  beneath : 
To  be  revil'd,  insulted,  and  despised ; 
Deserted,  too  !    But  Mercy  hath  devised 
A  ransom  for  the  rebel :  and  he  lives, 
Blessing  the  gracious  hand  that  still  forgives. 
There,  there  was  love  :  ye  blood-bought  throng  adore, 
And  praise  the  Lamb  of  God  for  evermore  ! 

All  are  not  Christians  who  with  rev'rence  bow, 
And  oft  in  solemn  rite  repeat  their  vow. 


THE       REIGN       OF       HEAVEN.  199 

'Tis  not  enough  to  own  a  Saviour  came. 

And  died  to  take  away  our  guilt  and  shame. 

'Tis  not  enough  the  inference  to  draw. 

That  man  hath  sinn'd  against  God's  holy  law. 

And  that  he  still  offendeth.     He  must  feel 

His  utter  impotence :  that  none  can  heal 

His  wounds  so  fatal,  and  his  soul  subdue. 

His  heart  enlighten,  and  his  strength  renew — - 

None  but  the  Comforter,  whose  heav'nly  skill 

Controls  th'  affections  and  reclaims  the  will. 

"Tis  not  enough  this  solemn  truth  to  see. 

"Waiting  in  indolence  for  God's  decree. 

The  impotent  must  strive  and  struggle  long. 

And  only  through  a  power  Divine,  wax  strong. 

0  then  be  humble,  ye  of  lofty  soul : 

Yield  ev'ry  thought  to  Heav'n's  supreme  control  : 

Accept  of  mercy  while  'tis  called  to-day. 

Nor  grieve  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord  away. 

Ye  loved  disciples  of  redemption's  Lord. 
Serve  him  in  faithfulness  with  one  accord : 
Be  a  peculiar  people,  filled  with  zeal. 
Ready  to  suffer,  as  to  do  his  will. 
Put  the  whole  armor  on :  renew  the  fight ; 
Urge  well  the  warfare  in  Jehovah's  might : 
Resist  each  foe,  nor  tremble  with  dismay ; 
For  faith  secures  a  bright  victorious  day. 

Who  shall  inhabit  the  celestial  hill? 
Who  in  the  presence  of  our  God  shall  dwell? 
Strive,  strive  to  enter  in.     The  heav'nly  gate 
Stands  open.     Mercy  calls.     Why  longer  wait? 


200  THE      REIGN      OF      HEAVEN. 

O  agonize  the  blessing  to  obtain ; 

Many  that  seek,  will  seek  alas  in  vain ! 

The  struggle  over,  and  the  soul  renewed, 

The  warfare  ended,  and  each  foe  subdued, 

A  crown  of  glory,  sparkling  in  the  skies, 

Awaits  the  victor.     Soon  with  glad  surprise, 

The  holy  city  opens  to  his  gaze, 

Where  anthems  swell  in  notes  of  sweetest  praise, 

Where  bliss  immortal  like  a  river  flows, 

And  all  the  weary  dwell  in  sweet  repose. 

How  glorious  is  the  reign  of  Heav'n  above, 

A  reign  of  everlasting  joy  and  love  ! 

Begin  on  earth  the  everlasting  song, 

And  to  eternity  the  strain  prolong ! 


I .  .\XTO  II. 


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ARGUMENT  OF  CANTO  II. 

The  Christian's  last  struggle. — The  moment  after  death  *— 
Heavenly  joys  a  reality. — The  Bible  discloses  them. — Resur- 
rection of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked  :  their  different  rewards. 
> — Vanity  of  earthly  things. — Joys  unseen :  how  to  be  appre- 
ciated.-^-Heaven,  a  place  of  rest :  a  place  of  glad  activity :  of 
mental  improvement. — New  developments  of  truth. — New  won* 
ders  of  creation. — Creative  power,  not  inactive. — God's  moral 
government  a  higher  subject  of  heavenly  contemplation :  its 
principles  and  operations. — Influence  of  redemption  upon  the 
universe  of  intelligent  beings. — Resignation  of  the  mediatorial 
kingdom. — Hopeless  state  of  the  unsaved. — Heaven,  near  to  the 
Christian,  and  soon  to  be  attained. 


CANTO  II. 

The  hour  of  dissolution  who  can  paint  ? 
Who  can  describe  the  conflict  of  the  saint, 
When  called  at  last  his  mortal  life  to  close. 
By  struggling  with  the  fiercest  of  his  foes  ! 
But  he  shall  conquer,  and  in  triumph  sing, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  of  the  ruthless  king. 

When  Israel  near  the  promised  land  had  come, 
No  longer  in  the  wilderness  to  roam. 
Beside  the  swelling  waves  of  Jordan's  flood, 
The  tribes  in  trembling  expectation  stood. 
At  length  a  summons  by  the  host  was  heard, 
The  ark  of  God  upon  the  brink  appeared ; 
Jordan  fled  backward  as  in  frantic  haste. 
Till  all  beyond  its  utmost  verge  had  past. 

The  ark  of  God  is  still  the  signal  given 
For  those  who  stand  upon  the  verge  of  heaven. 
The  sullen  waves  of  death  may  rise  and  roar. 
Darkness  and  storms  obscure  the  destined  shore  : 
Doubts  may  distract  and  fears  the  heart  appall, 
Remembrances  of  guilt  the  soul  enthrall ; 
But  when  the  signal  of  the  ark  is  nigh, 
When  he.  the  Antitype,  who  lives  on  high, 
Amid  the  raging  elements  is  seen, 
Then  all  within  is  tranquil  and  serene  : 


204  THE      REIGN      OF      HEAVEN 

Doubts  are  no  more  and  terrors  all  expire ; 

The  darkness  dissipates,  the  waves  retire, 

The  stream  grows  narrow  and  the  skies  are  clear ; 

And  shining  ones  upon  the  banks  appear, 

The  winged  messengers  of  heav'nly  love, 

To  bear  them  upward  to  the  courts  above. 

The  moment  after  death  what  tongue  can  tell ; 
What  heart  the  glorious  mystery  reveal ! 
Ere  yet  the  spirit  takes  its  upward  flight, 
We  view  the  struggle,  trembling  at  the  sight. 
One  moment  more — the  last — 'tis  gone  ! 
The  place,  the  distance,  all  to  us  unknown. 
The  windows  of  the  soul  had  beamed  with  love, 
The  countenance  with  hope  of  joys  above ; 
The  lips  had  spoken  of  atoning  blood, 
And  sweetly  praised  the  boundless  love  of  God ; 
And  victory  sat  smiling  on  that  brow : — 
But  0,  '•  the  spirit  is  an  angel  now  ! " 
Upon  the  latest  verge  of  time  we  saw, 
The  loved  one  linger,  and  beheld  with  awe. 
An  instant  more — millions  of  leagues  away, 
The  soul  awakes  in  everlasting  day  ! 
Yet,  who  can  tell  %     Perhaps  e'en  now  'tis  hero, 
Though  then  'twas  there ;  and  heav'n  itself  is  near. 
Just  where  it  wishes,  there  the  soul  may  be, 
In  height,  in  depth,  throughout  immensity : 
And  still  in  glory,  with  the  Saviour  still, 
Upon  the  height  of  Zion's  holy  hill. 
There  bliss  ineffable  and  love  supreme, 
For  ever  gliding  like  that  peaceful  stream, 


THE       REIGN       OF       HEAVEN.  205 

Which  issues  from  the  lofty  throne  of  God, 

Fill  every  bosom  in  that  high  abode. 

There  sorrow  never  comes,  nor  things  unclean, 

To  mar  the  happiness  or  cloud  the  scene. 

No  night  is  there,  nor  sickness,  nor  distress  ; 

Nor  toil,  nor  poverty,  nor  weariness. 

No  envy  lurks  amid  the  countless  throng : 

No  discord  mingles  in  the  deathless  song ; 

All,  all  is  love,  while  scenes  for  ever  new, 

And  strangely  beautiful  arise  in  view. 

Call  it  not  fancy,  for  the  word  is  plain 
That  saints  with  Christ  as  fellow-heirs  shall  reign. 
His  presence  cheers  them  in  the  vale  of  death ; 
Precious  to  him  is  their  expiring  breath : 
They  sleep  in  Jesus,  on  his  bosom  rest ; 
They  die  to  be  in  him  for  ever  blest. 
They  leave  their  dust  within  the  grave  to  lie, 
And  rise  to  live  in  glad  activity. 
Better,  far  better  to  depart  in  peace, 
And  be  with  Christ  where  sin  and  sorrow  cease. 

Call  it  not  fancy.     E'en  that  sleeping  dust 
Shall  at  the  resurrection  of  the  just, 
Revive  in  glory.     On  that  wondrous  day, 
When  rocks,  and  hills,  and  mountains  melt  away. 
The  trump  shall  sound,  the  Lord  of  heav'n  descend. 
Millions  of  angels  on  his  course  attend, 
With  rapt'rous  shout  the  sleep  of  ages  break, 
The  living  summon,  and  the  dead  awake 
To  come  to  judgment.     Saints  aloud  rejoice  ; 
In  midway  air  they  hail  the  Bridegroom's  voice. 


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206  THE       REIGN       OF       HEAVEN. 

Meet  him  in  triumph  as  their  glorious  King, 
In  hallelujahs  loud,  his  praises  sing ; 
While  all  th5  unblest  of  Adam's  sinful  race 
Wail  at  the  sight  and  flee  before  his  face : 
The  books  are  opened  and  the  sentence  past, 
The  saints  acquitted,  and  the  sinners  cast 
Far  from  his  presence  in  the  world  below, 
Where  all  is  deep  despair  and  endless  woe. 

Where  are  the  ransomed  now !    Upward  they  soar 
To  live  and  reign  in  bliss  for  evermore. 
Body  and  spirit  both  alike  are  pure, 
Both  active,  destined  ever  to  endure, 
Without  decay,  while  endless  ages  roll, 
And  their  Redeemer  holds  supreme  control. 
He  is  the  Object  of  untold  delight, 
A  God  unchanging,  holy,  infinite. 
The  Word  who  every  mystery  unseals, 
The  Father's  and  the  Spirit's  love  reveals  ; 
Unfolds  perfections  to  their  gazing  eyes, 
For  ever  filling  them  with  sweet  surprise. 
0  with  what  transport  do  they  there  behold 
The  triune  glories  as  they  thus  unfold, 
While  all  the  hosts  unnumber'd  prostrate  fall 
Before  heav'n's  King,  the  Sovereign  Lord  of  all ! 

Ah,  tell  me  not  of  earth  :  false  friends,  depart  ! 
Nor  more  entwine  yourselves  around  my  heart. 
Ye  cannot  charm  me  now,  nor  bid  me  slight 
That  better  portion,  all  my  soul's  delight. 
Too  long  ye  held  me,  by  your  endless  wiles, 
Deceitful  blandishments  and  treach'rous  smiles. 


THE       REIGN       OF       HEAVEN.  207 

Ye  sought  my  ruin  and  ye  held  me  fast. 
And  shades  of  darkness  all  around  ye  cast. 
But  light  has  ris*n.  and  now  I  can  descry 
Some  glimnrring  rays  of  immortality. 
Away,  away  !  your  captive  now  no  more 
Will  seek  your  blessing,  or  your  aid  implore  f 

How  shall  I  sing  of  things  unknown  to  sight. 
And  hidden  from  the  sphere  of  earth's  dull  night  7 
How  shall  I  speak  of  actions  never  told 
Beyond  the  region  of  the  harps  of  gold  ? 
Some  holy  messenger,  my  heart  inspire: 
Bring  to  my  aid  some  high  seraphic  lyre : 
Teach  my  rude  fingers  how  to  wake  the  strains 
That  swell  the  raptures  of  th'  ethereal  plains. 
Till  earth's  dull  race  shall  catch  the  joyful  sound. 
And  send  its  echoes  the  creation  round  ! 
Vain  is  the  effort  in  this  pris'n  of  clay. 
T'  unfold  the  regions  of  celestial  day. 
Yet  favored  moments  sometimes  intervene, 
When  heav;nly  visits  from  that  land  unseen 
Bring  tidings  sweet,  and  to  the  eye  of  faith 
Paint  scenes  of  wonder  in  the  shining  path  : 
When  the  loud  transports  from  the  fields  above. 
>Vinged  by  descending  gales  of  heav'nly  love. 
?all  in  soft  echoes  on  the  listening  ear. 
As  gentle  whispers  from  a  holier  sphere. 

'Tis  not  imagination's  fevered  dream. 
Nor  idle  fiction  for  a  poet's  theme. 
No  soft  enchantment  with  its  magic  spell, 
Xo  wild  enthusiasm  do  we  feel. 


208  THE       REIGN       OF       HEAVEN 

No  miracle  awakes  the  drowsy  sense. 
The  heavenly  breezes  come  we  know  not  whence  ; 
And  go  too  soon,  alas,  we  know  not  where, 
Like  whispering  zephyrs  in  the  floating  air. 
One  thing  is  certain :  'tis  enough  to  know. 
That  from  a  source  Divine  these  comforts  flow. 
Spirit  of  Grace,  0  come  with  sweet  control, 
In  heav'nly  breathings  to  my  languid  soul. 
Inspire  my  heart  with  tenderness  and  joy, 
And  bid  thy  praise  my  utmost  powers  employ  ! 

Heav'n  is  a  place  of  rest.     The  rest  that's  there 
Is  glad  activity,  devoid  of  care. 
Labors  are  painful  in  a  world  like  this ; 
Activity  in  heav'n  is  perfect  bliss. 
No  thought  of  indolence  is  ever  found 
Where  purest  love  and  gratitude  abound. 
E'en  mental  weariness  in  such  a  place, 
Might  shed  defilement  on  the  happy  race. 

Earth's  busy  student  see.     How  weak  his  powers  ! 
Mark  how  he  languishes  at  midnight  hours. 
With  care-worn  features  and  with  anxious  eye, 
He  scans  the  volumes  which  around  him  lie, 
Yet  still  he  labors  with  unconquered  zeal 
Till  they  some  hidden  principle  reveal. 
His  health  is  wasted  though  the  prize  is  found  ; 
His  judgment  reels,  his  mind  becomes  unsound  : 
His  memory  decays,  and  toils  are  o'er  ; 
And  soon  the  world  will  hear  of  him  no  more. 

Not  so  the  heav'nly  student.     Strong  in  mind, 
By  thought  invigorated,  he  will  find 
Labor  and  diligence  without  defeat, 
While  effort  is  like  relaxation  sweet, 


THE       REIGN       OF       HEAVEN.  209 

Ever  attended  with  some  fresh  delight. 

As  new  discov'ries  burst  upon  his  sight. 

There  mem'rv.  too.  nor  vanishes,  nor  sleeps. 

But  ever  vigilant  her  tablet  keeps. 

Each  thought  and  action,  graven  by  her  hand. 

Shall  as  on  adamant  recorded  stand. 

Throughout  eternal  ages. 

Truths  sublime. 
Unknown  to  mortals  through  the  lapse  of  time. 
Become  self-evident  as  themes  of  thought. 
Unravelling  mysteries  divinely  wrought. 
Full  many  a  dispensation  once  beheld 
In  doubt  and  sorrow,  will  be  thus  revealed, 
As  full  of  light  and  wisdom,  to  employ 
Sweet  meditations  with  increasing  joy. 

And  then,  how  oft  will  new  creations  rise. 
Filling  each  heart  with  hearnly  ecstasies  : 
As  when  the  morning  stars  with  music  rung. 
And  sons  of  God  with  joy  his  praises  sung. 
Shouting  in  triumph  through  the  vaulted  sky. 
The  power  and  wisdom  of  the  Deity  ! 

Why  should  creative  energy  be  said 
To  rest  inactive  since  this  world  was  made  1 
Shall  power  Omnipotent  be  laid  aside, 
With  six  days'  labor  ever  satisfied  ? 
Shall  wisdom  infinite  no  more  have  place, 
For  exercise  of  skill,  'mid  boundless  space  ? 
What  if  the  universe  e'en  now  can  show 
Wonders  beyond  our  utmost  power  to  know? 
Is  man  the  only  being  to  discern 
The  mvst:ries  of  creation,  and  to  learn 


210  THE       REIGN       OF       HEAVEN. 

Fit  lessons  of  true  wisdom  from  the  view 

Of  all  the  works  of  God,  or  old  or  new  ? 

Presumptuous  were  the  thought !     Myriads  unseen 

Of  bright  intelligences  may  convene 

In  worlds  remote  beneath  Jehovah's  eye, 

Who  witnesses  alone  their  ecstasy. 

Myriads  on  myriads,  still  in  endless  train, 

May  rise  rejoicing  in  Jehovah's  reign, 

The  God  o'er  all,  Creator,  Parent,  Friend, 

The  source  of  happiness  which  ne'er  shall  end. 

This  truth  to  know,  while  we  our  harps  employ 

In  paradise,  will  swell  the  tide  of  joy. 

See  how  the  thought  each  heav'nly  mind  expands ! 

Countless  intelligences  lift  their  hands 

In  holy  exultation  !     Th'  immortal  mind 

Of  man  was  never  by  our  God  designed 

To  rest  in  its  achievements.     If  it  flies 

In  search  of  knowledge  through  the  boundless  skies, 

Or  plunges  in  the  depths  of  ocean's  flood 

For  tokens  of  a  wonder-working  God, 

Its  finite  powers  must  ever  labor  on, 

While  the  discov'ries  are  but  just  begun. 

Turns  he  to  things  minute  ?     Yon  crystal  drop 

Becomes  a  mighty  ocean  in  its  scope. 

Countless  existences,  with  aspect  strange, 

Upon  a  single  speck  of  earth  will  range. 

Creatures  minute  no  less  than  orbs  that  roll, 

Inspire  with  wonder  each  enraptured  soul. 

Man's  powers  sublimely  heightened  and  employed 

To  all  eternity,  will  find  no  void 


THE       REIGN       OF       HEAVEN.  211 

Where  exercise  is  fruitless.     Even  those 

Who  while  on  earth  the  walks  of  ignorance  chose. 

Will  evermore  delight  in  knowledge  found 

Where  wonders  of  creative  power  abound. 

All  with  one  spirit  there  delight  to  sing 

The  praises  of  the  wide  creation's  King. 

Hark  !   that  sweet  seraphic  sound. 

Holy  anthems  fill  the  soul. 
Hallelujahs  echoing  round. 

0:er  the  plains  celestial  roll. 

To  the  great  creation's  Lord. 

Who  hath  framed  the  boundless  sky, 
Let  the  tide  of  song  be  poured. 

Through  the  vast  immensity  ! 

Wisdom,  power,  and  glory  shine, 
Wondrous  all  thy  works  appear  : 

Praise  Jehovah  all  divine, 

Maker  of  each  rolling  sphere  ! 

But  Heavn  employs  a  still  diviner  theme. 
The  moral  government  of  God  supreme. 
The  laws  of  instinct  which  have  long  controlled, 
Existences  whose  numbers  are  untold, 
With  natures  various,  or  weak  or  strong, 
Or  opposite,  are  not  unknown  to  song. 
But  minds  to  govern,  that  shall  yet  be  free 
To  range  at  will  throughout  eternity, 
By  love  persuaded  or  by  fear  o'erawed, 
Bespeaks  the  boundless  wisdom  of  a  God. 


212  THE       REIGN       OF       HEAVEN. 

That  every  purpose,  motive,  thought,  and  deed, 
Should  be  foreknown  as  if  by  fate  decreed. 
Yet  voluntary  all,  as  unconfinecl 
As  fitful  breezes  of  the  passing  wind ; 
Sure  this  is  wonderful !     It  must  be  true, 
Or  endless  disappointment  would  ensue 
Throughout  the  universe.     God's  plans  would  fail, 
And  wisdom  infinite  would  nought  avail ; 
Nor  should  we  deem  it  strange  for  sin  to  gain 
Admittance  for  awhile,  and  strive  to  reign. 
Freedom  to  holiness  and  not  to  sin 
Were  but  as  instinct  blind  to  work  within, 
Aside  from  mortal  virtue.     If  none  could  err, 
Where  were  the  estimate  of  character? 
If  none  had  ever  erred,  how  should  we  know 
Men  voluntary  in  whate'er  they  do  ? 
:Tis  chiefly  by  experience  we  are  taught: 
Mere  abstract  views  of  truth  aifect  us  not. 
All  minds  created  may  perhaps  demand 
Progressive  training  from  Jehovah's  hand. 
Adam  in  paradise  could  still  abide, 
Till  fierce  temptation  turned  his  feet  aside. 
Job  would  not  murmur  in  affliction's  hour, 
Till  tribulation  reached  its  utmost  power. 
Joseph,  imprisoned  in  a  foreign  land, 
Rises  through  sufferings  to  his  high  command. 
What  tribulations  fell  on  Jesse's  son, 
Ere  he  ascended  to  the  Jewish  throne  ! 
The  Man  of  Sorrows,  too,  was  sorely  tried, 
Ere  on  the  cross  for  sinful  man  he  died. 


THE       REIGN       OF       HEAVEN.  21c 

He  learned  obedience  as  a  faithful  son, 

Through  scenes  of  suff'ring.  till  his  work  was  done. 

It  was  his  glory,  that,  from  da)'  to  day, 

While  free  to  act.  he  ever  chose  t'  obey. 

Man  had  been  tried  and  ruined.     Sunk  so  low, 
What  hand  could  rescue  from  the  depths  of  woe  ! 
All  hell  rejoiced  at  his  inglorious  fall. 
And  wove  for  him  the  dark  funereal  pall. 
Angels  could  pity,  but  could  ne'er  redeem  : 
The  claims  of  justice  formed  the  glorious  theme 
Of  heav'nly  contemplations.     Mercy  then 
Could  not  b'  extended  to  the  race  of  men. 

The  second  Adam  came,  was  tried,  and  found 
Invincible.     His  body  they  could  wound. 
His  mind  afflict,  but  never  lead  astray 
His  soul  one  moment  from  the  heav'nly  way. 
All  that  their  fiendish  malice  could  invent, 
From  day  to  day,  was  just  as  idly  spent 
As  waves  of  ocean  'mid  the  tempest's  roar, 
Dashing  in  rage  against  the  rock-bound  shore. 
E'en  when  by  friends  forsaken  and  by  foes  betrayed. 
And  by  the  Father  left,  his  heart  was  staid. 
The  universe  united  could  not  turn 
His  faithful  spirit,  nor  one  stain  discern 
On  all  his  raiment.     This  living  test  supplied, 
0  how  the  law  of  God  was  magnified  ! 
Such  righteousness  would  yet  victorious  prove, 
And  win  the  nations  to  the  Father's  love. 
The  friends  of  Jesus  would  his  virtues  know, 
And  evermore  into  his  likeness  grow, 
Till  rendered  perfect. 

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214  THE       REIGN       OF       HEAVEN. 

And  could  pardon  now 
Be  freely  offered  ?     Were  it  safe  t'  avow 
That  subjects  might  rebel  and  be  forgiv'n, 
Through  mere  compassion  of  the  King  of  heav'n? 
Angels  would  tremble  at  a  thought  so  dire, 
And  demons  mock  at  everlasting  fire  : 
Revolt  would  thicken  on  th'  ethereal  plains, 
And  change  to  wailings  the  celestial  strains ; 
Invade  the  mansions  where  the  righteous  dwell. 
Till  heav'n  were  made  the  vestibule  of  hell ! 

Ah,  no.     Forgiveness  cannot  thus  proceed. 
Yon  holy  victim  first  must  freely  bleed. 
'Tis  he,  God's  only  well-beloved  Son, 
Whose  pure  obedience  hath  such  honor  done : 
Rendered  so  glorious  the  righteous  law, 
As  filled  the  universe  with  deepest  awe. 
'Tis  he,  the  righteous,  who  so  freely  died, 
That  holy  justice  might  be  satisfied  ; 
And  rose  again  to  live,  and  reign,  and  bless 
Returning  penitents  with  pard'ning  grace. 
But,  0  what  love  was  there  !    Heav'ns  arches  ring 
With  hallelujahs  to  redemption's  King  ! 
The  law  has  now  been  perfectly  obeyed, 
Its  penalty  endured.     The  debt  is  paid  : 
The  universe  is  safe,  and  man  may  live ; 
And  God  the  Father  freely  can  forgive. 

Is  man  a  rebel  still !     And  is  such  love 
As  e'en  a  heart  of  adamant  might  move, 
Such  love  as  fills  all  heav'n  with  songs  of  joy, 
Nothing  to  him  ?     And  must  Heav'n  yet  employ 


THE       REIGN       OF       HEAVEN.  215 

Another  Messenger  to  melt,  subdue. 
Reclaim  the  wand;rer.  and  his  soul  renew? 
'Tis  done.     The  Comforter  Divine  is  near, 
To  draw  from  man  the  penitential  tear, 
To  guide  him  onward  in  the  paths  of  peace 
And  holiness,  till  mortal  life  shall  cease  : 
And  fit  him  for  the  mansions  that  await 
The  heirs  of  bliss  in  heav'n's  exalted  state. 

0  wondrous  depths  of  condescending  grace  ! 
The  Triune  God  approaches  man's  weak  race, 
Redeems,  invites,  persuades,  forgives,  and  trains 
The  ruined  sinner  for  th'  ethereal  plains  ! 
Well  may  the  golden  lyres  of  heavn  resound, 
When  one  poor  sinner  lost,  hath  thus  been  found, 
And  made  an  heir  of  glory.     But  the  throng 
Of  untold  millioDS  saved,  shall  wake  the  song 
Of  everlasting  ages,  uttering  joy 
That  knows  no  diminution  or  alloy. 
Myriads  on  myriads,  countless  and  sublime, 
Shall  yet  be  ransomed  ere  the  wreck  of  time, 
To  stand  together  on  the  heav'nly  hill. 
While  brightest  radiance  all  their  souls  shall  fill  ! 

Great  is  the  bliss  of  heav'n.     Creative  power, 
Filling  with  wonder  every  circling  hour, 
Expands  the  mind :  but  bleeding  love  far  more 
Will  bid  the  soul  eternally  adore, 
When  Christ  breaks  up  the  empire  of  the  tomb, 
Wakens  to  life  and  brings  his  people  home, 
Spotless  and  purified  from  every  stain, 
To  live  with  him,  rejoicing  in  his  reign, 


216  THE       REIGN       OF       HEAVEN. 

Long  as  the  everlasting  ages  roll ; 
What  scenes  sublime  will  fill  th'  enraptured  soul  I 
Each  sinner  saved  upon  that  holy  mount, 
God's  wondrous  dealings  will  with  joy  recount ; 
Discov'ring  still,  at  every  glad  review, 
Depths  of  compassion,  love  for  ever  new. 
Then  earthly  sorrows,  trials,  and  temptations, 
Perplexities  and  with'ring  desolations, 
Which  so  mysterious  and  dark  appeared, 
Will  beam  with  radiance,  be  for  ever  cleared 
From  dim  obscurity,  as  mercies  bright, 
Still  dazzling  and  bewildering  the  sight. 

All  histories  then  will  seem  to  be  entwined. 
Each  incident  for  many  a  soul  designed ; 
One  heart  o'erwhelming  with  afflictions  deep, 
Another  quick'ning  from  death's  dull  sleep, 
Strength'ning  a  third  by  faith's  severest  trial, 
Urging  a  fourth  to  sterner  self-denial ; 
Filling  full  many  a  foe  unseen  with  shame, 
And  magnifying  the  Redeemer's  name. 

Then  influences  scarce  noticed  on  the  earth, 
With  strange  realities  will  spring  to  birth ; 
Each  motive,  action,  thought,  or  printed  page, 
Accumulating  power  from  age  to  age ; 
All  overruled  for  good,  or  owned  and  blest 
To  heighten  the  rewards  of  endless  rest, 
And  spread  fresh  glories  through  the  boundless  sky 
On  Him  whose  goodness  fills  immensity. 

There  fellow-pilgrims  oft  will  love  to  meet, 
Who  while  on  earth  had  held  communion  sweet ; 


THE       REIGN       OF      H  E  A V E  N .  2 1 7 

Labored  and  struggled  hard  from  day  to  day. 

As  mutual  helpers  in  the  narrow  way. 

Parents,  and  children,  and  familiar  friends  : — 

Bliss  unalloyed  each  greeting  here  attends. 

Sweet  reminiscences  will  fill  each  heart 

With  raptures  which  the  world  could  ne'er  impart 

Pastors  and  people  there  will  join,  to  trace 

Anew  the  wonders  of  converting  grace  : 

Prophets  and  martyrs  blest  will  strike  the  lyre. 

"Who  passed  on  earth  through  raging  flames  of  fire. 

Or  seas  of  blood,  unshaken  by  alarm. 

Leaning  by  faith  upon  Jehovah's  arm. 

There  stand  the  heralds  of  the  cross  who  spent 

Their  lives  in  voluntary  banishment. 

Through  heathen  lands  salvation  to  declare 

To  those  who  sat  in  borders  of  despair. 

With  prophets,  martyrs,  and  apostles  crowned. 

They  strike  the  harp  with  loud  exulting  sound. 

Sitting  together  in  communion  sweet. 

Casting  their  crowns  beneath  the  Saviour's  feet. 

Greeting  the  thousands  who  by  them  were  led. 

Through  grace  divine,  to  their  exalted  Head. 

Giving  to  him  the  glory. 

Floods  of  light 
Ineffable  are  poured  upon  the  sight 
Of  all  the  happy  myriads  as  they  stray. 
Or  chant  with  holy  love  each  heavmly  lay. 
In  purest  fellowship  for  ever  free. 
Yet  found  in  holiest  activity. 
God  is  the  fountain  whence  that  light  is  pour'd. 
They  see  his  image  in  their  glorious  Lord: 

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218  THE      REIGN      OF      HEAVEN. 

And  bright  reflections  in  the  heirs  of  grace, 
With  beauteous  beams  on  every  smiling  face 
They  meet  in  heav'n. 

So  have  we  seen  the  sun, 
From  earth  too  glorious  to  be  gazed  upon. 
Pouring  around  his  mild  enliv'ning  rays, 
To  fill  with  joy  some  favored,  golden  days. 
On  every  face  of  love  we  see  his  beams, 
Behold  his  image  in  the  lakes  and  streams ; 
We  see  him  glist'ning  in  the  morning  dew, 
Or  shining  in  the  rainbow's  varied  hue : 
Over  the  landscape  wide  his  rays  extend, 
Where  all  the  charms  of  nature  sweetly  blend. 

The  cross  more  mysteries  of  love  will  tell 
Than  man's  redemption  from  the  depths  of  hell. 
Millions  of  worlds  that  through  creation  roll 
Will  feel  its  power  and  yield  to  its  control. 
The  curse  of  sin,  that  shed  redeeming  blood, 
The  dreadful  suff'rings  of  the  Son  of  God, 
The  dire  destructions  of  the  host  unsaved, 
Who  all  the  terrors  of  the  law  had  braved, 
And  sunk  in  black,  remediless  despair, 
Stern  justice  punitive  to  answer  there  ; 
The  myriads  of  redeemed  whose  lyres  well  strung, 
The  sweetest  wonders  of  the  cross  have  sung, 
With  faces  veiled  before  the  Great  I  AM, 
Yielding  their  crowns  to  Christ  th'  atoning  Lamb, 
While  angels,  principalities,  and  thrones, 
Acknowledge  them  as  heav'n's  adopted  sons : — 
These  are  bright  sanctions  of  the  law  divine, 
Through  all  th'  extended  universe  to  shine, 


THE       REIGN       OF      HEAVEN.  "219 

Throughout  eternal  ages,  still  to  show, 

The  dread  alternative  of  bliss  or  woe. 

These  sanctions  will  suffice.     The  law  will  then 

Be  held  inviolate,  while  God  shall  reign. 

Thenceforth  no  creature  rational  will  dare. 

To  lift  his  puny  arm  in  hostile  war. 

Justice  and  mercy,  causing  filial  fear, 

Will  then  as  true  benevolence  appear. 

The  reign  of  Heav'n  will  then  for  ever  prove 

The  sovereignty  of  universal  love. 

Thus  much  accomplished,  Jesus  all  divine, 

The  kingdom  mediatorial  will  resign 

To  God  the  Father,  as  before  the  fall : 

The  Triune  God  will  then  be  all  in  all. 

Where  are  the  rebels  now  !     What  hope  remains 
To  those  overwhelmed  in  darkness,  fire,  and  chains  ! 
They  who  refused  the  Lamb's  atoning  blood, 
Disowned  him  as  an  advocate  with  God, 
Abused  the  Messenger  of  heav'nly  peace, 
Bade  from  their  minds  the  Holy  One  to  cease, 
Against  his  threat'nings  wickedly  rebelled, 
And  all  conviction  in  their  bosoms  quelled, 
Till  mercy  with  her  folded  wings  had  fled, 
And  they  were  numbered  with  the  silent  dead : 
What  hope  for  them,  when  Christ  the  Lord  resigns 
His  office  mediatorial,  and  declines 
To  offer  pardon  !     0  draw  close,  my  soul, 
The  sable  curtain  where  those  billows  roll  ! 
Such  deep  destruction,  how  couldst  thou  reveal  ? 
Such  woes  eternal,  couldst  thou  but  conceal ! — 


220  THE       REIGN       OF      HEAVEN. 

Close,  close  the  curtain :  yet  in  God  rejoice, 
And  lift  on  high  thy  consecrated  voice. 

Mark,  how  the  ransomed  millions  rise  and  sing  : — 
"Who  would  not  fear  thee,  all  victorious  King  ! — 
O,  great  and  marvellous  thy  works  appear. 
Lord  God  Almighty,  Sovereign  Ruler  here  ! 
Thine  be  the  wisdom,  honor,  glory,  power ; 
Anthems  of  praise  to  fill  each  favored  hour : 
To  thee  for  ever  be  the  empire  given, 
Thou  Triune  God,  o'er  all  the  hosts  of  heaven ! 
God  of  the  universe,  ascend  thy  throne : 
The  realm  of  boundless  love  is  all  thy  own  ! " 

Earth's  brightest  scenes  will  shortly  disappear ; 
The  blest  realities  of  heav'n  are  near : 
Death's  evening  shadows  soon  will  roll  away, 
And  bring  the  morn  of  everlasting  day  ! 
Christian,  awake  !     The  bridegroom  comes  !    Arise, 
And  join  the  endless  anthems  of  the  skies ! 


